As a Social Media professional, I spend a good amount of time on Facebook. Apart from the Business or Company “Pages”, I find it a distracting time drain. Which brings me to Facebook and maintaining one’s personal profile there.
I used to like my friends. Then along came Facebook. More specifically, the personal pages. At first it was fun, reconnecting with old high-school chums or looking up whatever became of a past sweetheart. But as time went on, and FB became more sophisticated and wormed its way into our collective psyches, I’ve come to the point where I loathe my friend’s (acquaintance’s ?) postings. About their families, their homes, their vacations, their ailments, deaths, births, kids, pets, their half-baked political, spiritual and social philosophies/issues and ugh…the photos. So easy to throw it all out there. And, from what I’ve seen over the past few years…it’s ugly. Real ugly. But damn, you can’t help but look, read and…yes, comment. That’s the diabolical beauty of Zuckerberg’s addictive Frankenstein. It used to remind me of an accident on the expressway. You slow down, look, make a comment and move on. But now, I see it as a voyeuristic peep-hole, where we can all both look at each other and put ourselves on display. But are we putting our best selves out there? If it weren’t so easy, would we really torture our friends with endless vacation photos? Our pet’s stupid tricks? Family photos? A day by day chronicling of Mom’s terminal illness? Our own happiness or grief over life’s inevitable highs and lows?
The whole idea of Facebook personal pages brings to mind two quotes from two ‘Dons’:
We can dance and sing. When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing – Don Henley (from the song Dirty Laundry)
Never tell anyone outside the Family what you are thinking. – Don Vito Corleone