So I wake in the middle of the night, shivering in a cold sweat, my heart filling to the brim with guilt because… I caved and decided to give my life data to Mark Zuckerberg. Well, this doesn’t Really Happen. Just metaphorically-speaking. But you get the point.
For years, I have enjoyed being the one who refused to jump on the Facebook bandwagon. The one who studied social media, but avoided personally mucking about in her subject matter. And if you read the previous post, you know how much I really did enjoy being Cranky about it all. But, there comes a time in one’s life when one has to re-evaluate the decisions we have made and the positions we have staked. For me, the revelation came something like this: If Queen Elizabeth is woman enough to let her Christmas message be broadcast in 3D and still manage to retain her honor, shouldn’t I be woman enough to get on Facebook?!
So, as promised, here are:
The Top 5 Reasons Why I Caved…er, Joined Facebook:
#5 The wild and woolly season of Facebook fever seems to have largely passed. Most users have come to their senses and remembered that we all have better things to do than live, breath, eat FB.
#4 My beloved no longer has to endure having me drape over his shoulder in order to read about our mutual friends or the latest Internet meme on his FB newsfeed anymore. Though, *SIGH*, perhaps we will miss such moments of technological togetherness….maybe?
#3 Truthfully now, if not for Facebook, how else am I going to get this blog on people’s radar?
#2 While ambient awareness (see Clive Thompson’s “I’m So Totally, Digitally Close to You” for more on this concept) is typically inferior to face-to-face or even phone conversations with a friend, at times, something is better than nothing.
#1 Facebook lets me re-encounter the reality of how smart, witty, and sweet the people who have been in my life are. While FB is a pretty narrow channel through which to pipe one’s identity, the little parts of our being that do manage to eek through can still be rather satisfying and true to who we are. So that makes it worth it. I know…cheezy, but sometimes Cheez is True.