Chatroulette for mastrubation
It's not just that people seem to have stopped talking about the voyeuristic social network; they seem to have stopped going to it, as well.
Venture capitalists clamored to invest, journalists tripped over one another to profile—and now Chatroulette is dying, unused and unloved.
Every so often Bender's browser would crash, and the whole screen would go black. Undoubtedly, the night's most successful performer was Unwoman. In real life, people have to use social niceties and gracefully duck out of conversations. A group of girls skidded by, flashing their cleavage and heaving a billboard for "Girls Gone Wild." Then came a bearded guy. During the first Chat Roulette Show, for instance, Bender's browser landed on a pair of teenagers in Tennessee, who got a kick out of seeing the live audience.
Known for busking in BART stations and side-manning with the band Stripmall Architecture, she took the stage in Victorian garb: lacy blouse, black-widow skirt, tiny top hat affixed to the side of her head. But if you bore someone on Chatroulette, he can disappear on a dime. Dustin and Jonathan stared raptly through a whole spoken-word set, and applauded the performer.
Video chat services such as Chatroulette enable random strangers to get virtually connected, but the lure of perceived anonymity and a somewhat ironic assumption of privacy has meant that it has attracted a somewhat unsavoury crowd of what a few years ago we would have called flashers or perhaps more correctly perverts.
I have tried using Chatroulette myself, and every single time have been greeted with the sight of some bloke playing with his erect penis within seconds or minutes at the longest.