I read that social media like Facebook and Twitter are defined as, “web and mobile-based technologies, which are used to turn interpersonal communication into interactive dialogue among organizations, communities, and individuals.” In layman’s terms, it’s a way for people to communicate with each other, express their feelings and opinions, and hook up. It’s also a place for forty-five year old guys to pretend they’re fourteen, and hit on teenage girls, a forum to vent about your spouse, partner, or mother-in-law, and a way to distribute revealing, or even nude pictures of yourself to millions of strangers.
Did you ever wonder why they call it “Facebook?” I don’t know about you, but there’s some faces on there that I really don’t want to see. I read that as of May 2012, Facebook had over 900 million people with accounts. I also just heard that at least 80 million of those may not be real people! What do they mean, they’re not real people? What are they; robots? Does this mean I may be madly and hopelessly in love with a blow up doll named Molly, from Kenosha, Wisconsin? I guess that explains why she’s always smiling, doesn’t say much, and her two kids look like inflatable pool toys. The one problem I have with Facebook or Twitter is, it’s just too easy to make friends or to dump them later on. To gain a friend, all you have to do is send a friend request to some total stranger or someone who is a friend of someone that’s already your friend. I don’t know about you, but that’s kind of like taking your first cousin to the prom. You’ll get a dance or too, and maybe even a peck on the cheek at the end of the evening, but that’s it. Not very satisfying, huh?
It’s even easier to un-friend someone. In order to drop a person from your friend list, possibly destroy their self-esteem, make them question their very existence, and end up ripping the very beating heart from their chest; all you need to do is push a button. Sounds kind of cruel and impersonal, doesn’t it? What ever happened to the days, when you had to march over to your neighbor’s house, bang on the door, wait til it was opened, look them in the eye and say, “Listen, Burt. You haven’t returned the hedge trimmer you borrowed three years ago, your dog poops in my yard, you play loud music til three in the morning, and those are my wife’s panties in your hand. I’m sorry, and I know it’s going to be painful, but we can’t be friends any more.” Do any of you get mean comments from people on your Facebook page? Just this past week I got, ”You suck,” “That’s about as funny as your love-making abilities,” “Excuse me while I go outside and hurl,” and “You really suck.” And those were just the comments from my wife! I had to delete the ones my mother-in-law left.