I admit it. I was dragged screaming and kicking onto Facebook. I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. But, my family members are all on there, including those living 3,000 miles away in sunny California, and others living 3,000 miles away in the other direction in Europe. For a time, Facebook made it easy and convenient to stay in light touch with one another, something like a year round Christmas card. Nothing too in depth or heavy, just enough to know what is going on with your friends and family, and those of interest to you.
The world is suddenly a whole lot smaller. You no longer need to fuss about stamps and phone numbers. Just log on to Face Book (or another social networking site, like MySpace) and you’re instantly connected to all of your friends. You can have thousands of them if you like (or if they like you). You can read about what your friends have been up to lately. You can post and view photos of yourself and your near and dear. All the people you have “friended” can read your posts (called status updates), and view your photos and videos (and visa versa). In fact, friends of your friends will be able to see your photo if you have been “tagged” and you will see theirs as well. It’s something like looking through a glass darkly, not face to face. Yet, rather than picking up the phone and just calling, you find yourself logging on to see what everyone is up to today. There is a slightly voyeuristic quality to FaceBook.
FaceBook has its own rules of etiquette and it’s own dialect as well, using the short forms of words like “u” for you and “b” for be, etc. When something really excites you, you can show it by extending the word as in: see-e-e-e-e-e-e-e! or co-o-o-o-o-ollllll!!!!!
Many cultural institutions have a presence on Facebook. My favorite is the Library of Congress. Their major events are advertised there. And, they have interactive book reads for children and young adults. The one on now is a forensic mystery chapter book that is intended to engage children’s curiosity and bring them back for more. Patrons can leave feedback on the programs and posts as well. I was also subscribed to PBS on Facebook and a number of others as well.
Unfortunately, I was attacked by cybergremlins who managed to hack into my account and started sending my “friends” links to x-rated video sites. Though I changed my password, they still managed to get in a second time. Since many of my “friends” are my children, nieces and nephews, it was acutely embarrassing, and I resigned from FaceBook in disgrace. Good thing I didn’t use my real name or birth date. Everyone knew me by my nickname though.
And so, sady, I have “unfriended” FaceBook (which has been named, by the way, the top WORD of 2009). I will leave it to my more adventurous, saavy, compatriots to carry the torch forward. If my “friends” want to find out what I am up to, I guess they will just have to pick up a phone and call.
Yours truly,
FaceBook Flop
P.S. “Flop” is a funny word, isn’t it?
