In the first hour of On Point this morning, Tom Ashbrook’s guests made some provocative comments about Facebook that echo my earlier thoughts. With hundreds or thousands of friends, how do we maintain our close inner circle? We all have circles — mine goes family, close friends, colleagues, past classmates, random acquaintances and people I’ve never met. My priorities tend to stick in that order as well, although there are a few overlaps and jumpers from category to category. But somehow I end up communicating more with people in the middle-netherworld than with the people I really care about – people I could call in a pinch. Obviously I can still pick up the phone and call all my close friends and family, but the time I spend networking online does impact my ability to nurture more important connections.
I’m still a lover of connection and am happy to be in the generation of social media. I just have to remind myself that the people I love do not live in my computer screen.
One of the guests makes some hilarious comments in his latest, “Down with Facebook.” Definitely worth reading, although here are my favorite parts.
They then have access to each other’s web pages, and consequently to each other’s lives, quirks, photos, jottings, oversharings, and mental disorders, as well as to those of the ever-expanding universe of their friends’ circles, thus increasing the likelihood that you will either embarrass yourself or be embarrassed by someone whose life would never otherwise intersect with yours.
One by one, my non-joiner friends have succumbed. As one reluctantly joined the world of “poking” and getting “poked” by people he already talked to, people he had no interest in talking to, or people he didn’t know at all–all conducted under the suspect rubric of “friendship” so that they can look at each other’s photos and write dreary “status updates” on their “walls” (brief squibs about what you are doing at that exact moment, usually with emoticons and inappropriate quotation marks: “Matt Labash is wondering how long to marinate human flesh to get out that ‘gamey taste’
“)–he was almost apologetic about it. Within two days of his birth on Facebook, he said, “I have 198 friends. I have never heard of most of them. This is so dorky, I hate myself for doing it.” Being a true friend, I didn’t allay his guilt. I told him he was a very sad man, that collecting Facebook friends is the equivalent of being a catlady, collecting numerous Himalayans, which you have neither the time nor the inclination to feed. “You have obviously never been on Facebook,” he said. “It’s so much worse than collecting cats.”
Another longtime friend, the host of Fox’s Red Eye, Greg Gutfeld, tells me he has 3,200 Facebook friends: “I know maybe 50 of them.”
Facebook is no longer enjoyable for me. At its present, it’s just another calendar of events, another contact list, another photo album — another set of social responsibilities. I honestly wish I wasn’t an early adopter of Facebook. My college was one of the first few added and now I feel like I don’t even know half my friends — or more like 95% of them. I hate status updates and even new pics because I’m unaware of my audience. At least on ladyprogress.com I know that I don’t know who’s reading this. On Facebook I should feel like I have some control over my friends but I don’t really know who they are anymore and it really irks me.
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