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I can't see how this would go wrong at all.

Peeple, an app launching this November, will invite you to rate everyone else like there were restaurants on Yelp. 'Personally, professionally and romantically', founders Julia Cordray and Nicole McCullough think it's going to provide a whole lot of benefit for letting you know who's in your life.

As their website says:

Peeple will enhance your online reputation for access to better quality networks, top job opportunities, and promote more informed decision making about people. Authentic and relevant information about you and others you interact with is paramount to our vision for this app. Users will require a Facebook account to access the application, to verify and validate the minimum age requirement. To prevent multiple and fake profiles users will also need to validate that they are a real person with their cell phone number which will then text them a pin to login with.

Not everyone is liking this idea. For the obvious reasons you are thinking.

It began trending on Twitter Oct. 1 and the reactions were expected, but still pretty humorous.

my thoughts on the #Peeple app pic.twitter.com/hfAXQTCb3A

— Rita Meade (@ScrewyDecimal) October 1, 2015

The backlash has been felt by the creators (who are still getting publicity out of the bad press) and they wrote up this reply, which doesn't at all come off as smug and self-satisfied.

An Ode to Courage: Innovators are often put down because people are scared and they don't understand. We are bold innovators and sending big waves into motion and we will not apologize for that because we love you enough to give you this gift.

It is very much worth mentioning that the show Community had an episode dedicated to an app exactly like this. It was called Meow Meow Beenz. And it was hilarious.

It will only be a matter of time before society devolves into a caste system, where the five-star rated among us will wear togas and play theremins on the reg.

For a reviewer in Des Moines, Iowa, the latest Chris Brown album wasn't exactly a smash hit.

"I wasn't ready for this shirt.
I bought it for a 4th of July party, thinking it would be a fun gag shirt. Little did I know. I pulled it out of the box and immediately sank to my knees and wept tears of pure joy, and by "pure joy" I mean "pure Jack Daniel's". I strapped it on and my bench press increased by a 100lbs. [sic] I whipped [sic] the whisky from my face, looked in the mirror, and in my reflection I saw him behind me.
George Washington. Looking stern and powerful. He nodded once, an affirmation. I knew what I had to do.
I flung myself from the bathroom window and this shirt literally turned me into a bald eagle. I flew over Iraq and pooped tomahawk missiles on ISIS positions, then I flew back home and turned into a 1967 Pontiac GTO and drove all night until I arrived at P**town. Population: Me.