Yesterday, Perry and I were talking about Facebook and the pros and cons of the way it is used today. It’s kind of funny, because for all the good things I enjoy because I have a Facebook account, there are an equal number — or maybe greater number — of bad things associated with having a Facebook account that makes me hate it.
First, there really is such a thing as TMI. Too much information! Trust me on this one.
Do you ever feel like you are listening in on a private conversation while reading Facebook posts? I know I do! I mean seriously, do we need to know your every move? For example, on my Facebook account I have around 400 friends. While maybe 1/4 of them might care that I’m a new g’ma, and 1/2 of that 1/4 might e-mail or make a comment, I would bet that ALL OF THEM would prefer that I not go into great detail about changing a diaper.
I don’t care what you’re watching on TV (although it’s ok to critique something you’ve watched), I don’t want to see personal embarrassing photographs of you, I will not join your Mafia War, I don’t care what your family is eating tomorrow for dinner, I will NOT send you nails to build your barn on Farmville, and I would prefer if you have something personal to ask or share with me, you connect by phone or private e-mail. (If you don’t know what either of those are, then you have no reason to connect with me about a private issue.) And don’t ask me for money. If I haven’t seen you in 35 years, I am not interested in handing over $500 bucks. FB should really call those you choose to add acquaintances, not friends.
Gracie pooped at 4:35 PM EST. She ate 2 bites of grass at 4:37 PM EST. She rolled over once, jumped up and growled at the neighbor at 4:41 PM EST. She had this photo taken at 4:52 PM EST. She is planning to eat “Science Diet Light Small Bites” for dinner tonight and for breakfast tomorrow because Libby weighs 68 pounds and 3 oz. and is considered a tad overweight…