I’m on Facebook, of course, along with the rest of the almost billion users. That’s mind numbing. As of June 2012, Facebook has over 955 million active users. This number includes mobile users (said to make up half the number of users), underage kids who shouldn’t be there in the first place (FB restricts users under age 13) , businesses, social groups, and people like me, who have a page but don’t check in much.
It’s been months since I’ve changed my status. People must think I’m dead. In light of recent tragic events, I shouldn’t say that casually. There’s a bigger representation of society as a whole on Facebook, the good and the bad. There’s bound to be some non-trustworthy individuals and, in my opinion, people who have lost their minds.
A business doesn’t exist now unless they’re on Facebook. This is so if someone “likes” a sandwich, their social network of hundreds or thousands will see that they like that sandwich, and hey, maybe they’ll “like” it, too. It’s creepy. I’m not on board.
This didn’t make me a good candidate for a marketing position (that included social media) that required that I apply through Facebook and, somehow through an “app,” grant them access to my social network. I was too creeped out to apply. I let this one go.
Call me old-fashioned. I’m of Generation X, which means I’ve seen a typewriter. In fact, once upon a time, I owned one and used it. Oh, now I’m feeling old. I don’t miss typewriters. I do miss seeing people and socializing with them face-to-face. I don’t feel like it happens as often, or perhaps, it’s just my individual circle of friends. I sometimes get the sense that people think so as long as they’re checking in with you on Facebook that they are actively involved in your life. It could be that some people are now more accustomed to a virtual replica of you, the one that puts you in the best possible light, a version they prefer over the real you that may not be up to “liking” an updated status.
What’s with the status? Before Facebook, all status ever meant to me was whether you were 1) Single 2) Married, or 3) Divorced. If you were single and dating someone, “in a relationship,” you were still “Single.” Am I right? If you’re not married, you’re single.
Now, of course, we have eleven categories of the relationship status: 1) Single 2) In a relationship 3) Engaged 4) Married 5) It’s complicated 6) In an open relationship 7) Widowed 8) Separated 9) Divorced 10) In a civil union, and 11) In a domestic partnership. Everyone is invited now.
I appreciate Facebook’s openness to everyone’s sexual preferences, etc. I really do. I like that about Facebook. Sure, it makes everything a little more complicated. Oh, that’s a category in and of itself. What am I saying again?
I can’t imagine this is what Mark Zuckerberg imagined when he created Facebook. Remember, initially it was a mating dance for the college set, Harvard students and a few other campuses. People could report their status (Was it their relationship status? Whereabouts/event status?) Whether or not they were in a relationship, seeing someone, dating, and this conceivably, at the college age when everyone is really horny, changed on a daily basis, or hourly. Perhaps, this is where the idea of “status” updates began. I could be wrong.
I did make an effort with Facebook when I signed on. I joined Facebook when I was in a dance theater group. Facebook was our method of sharing photos taken personally and professionally. Well, what a better place to display them but on Facebook. It was free press for our dance company. The dancers were gorgeous and in their twenties and, like celebrities, always ready for a photo-op, a potential tagged photo for Facebook. I learned quickly.
No matter how much I tried to be Facebook ready, I just wasn’t. These dancer friends of mine, they were seasoned Facebook pros. Still, even if I didn’t like the photos that I was in, I still wanted to see them. I’m no longer in the group, but the dance photos remain. There have been other photos since, again ones I’m not crazy about. My husband like to put up family photo albums. Usually I respond this way, “Oh, no. Yuck. That’s got to come off.” I guess I can put up with a few bad photos of myself for the sake of our family.
In the meantime, I am by no means passing judgement on those who enjoy Facebook. I realize I can and probably will publicize my blog. Perhaps, some of my friends will want to read my posts. But, probably not today.
I’ve rambled long enough. Thanks for reading.