I’m going to have to admit something here: I’m doing Facebook wrong. If you look at any web stats over the last two years, you’ll see that Facebook is no longer just an interesting part of the internet, it is the internet. It’s such an integral part of American life that I doubt any business in the world, no matter how priggish and stuffy, has the balls to block their employees from using it all day. It’s not oxygen; it’s the lungs.
This may change, of course, and perhaps someone is reading this from the future thinking how quaint it all is, but in 2011 dollars, this is our Model T, our Volkswagen Beetle, our Cabbage Patch Kid.
very big in 1983
And yet, I just don’t possess the addiction. I don’t have that mid-cerebrum inkling to check in every hour, nor really, every day. I’m well-versed in how to use social media to any end you’ve got cooking, but my own proclivities make me keep a little distance. Frankly, I feel like it’s a massive party full of the most wonderful people in the universe, but I can’t make myself want to go.
I adore seeing pictures of all of you, and I’ve happened into the odd discussion on two. I’ve chatted with friends from Hamburg to Carrboro, and these days, if I don’t crosspost the blog to Facebook, people think I’m camping on Uranus. But it always seems like… I dunno, work?
True, most of the younger demographic is using FB to further their romantic lives, whether or not they’re even aware of it. The intense social craziness that used to exist on little notes by the kitchen phone now exist in status updates, flirting is done via chat and text, and the party (and directions) is an event-click away.
But plenty of you are well past needing to pick up a fifth of Jägermeister for the Kappa Sig hall crawl, and still engage in meaningful discussion, and keep your friends afloat with wonderfully positive little missives, and the occasional “like”. I suppose my question is simple: I don’t mean this to be patronizing, nor judgmental, but I’d be interested for y’all to intellectualize why Facebook has become what it became for you.