A few weeks ago I signed up for my own Facebook page. What was once strictly the purview of college students had wormed its way into the mainstream.
What was interesting was the number of like-minded middle-aged friends who came to the same conclusion. Seemingly overnight a large contingent of my friends were on Facebook with me–all of us trying to figure out exactly what was going on.
There’s no denying that it’s fun. Suddenly you’re as popular as a high school cheerleader with loose morals. Overnight 10 friends becomes 20…then 50…and in no time that figure is doubled as well. And when you consider that each of your friends has an equal number of friends…well, the networking potential is amazing.
But in the last couple of weeks I’ve become disenchanted with the whole Facebook concept. I’ve read things I didn’t need to read. Seen things I didn’t need to see. Funny comments meant for one person are insulting to another. My strongly held belief may be your worst nightmare.
In short, it’s just TMI–too much information.
Last week a respected anchor for NBC forgot that his mike was on and uttered the f-bomb for all the listening audience to hear. Posting on Facebook is kind of like that–it’s an open mike. And if you don’t want the whole world to see or hear, best to keep your thoughts to yourself.