I Ditched Facebook

 All the experts say if you are a writer, even an unknown one, you must have a presence on Social Media.

I’d tried LinkedIn, GooglePlus, and Facebook, but I found myself spending more time maintaining these postings than I did on writing. Some may argue while this was no great loss to the literary world; it was a loss to me.

Facebook is a way to stay connected and I will miss friends I wouldn’t have met otherwise.

I love the animal stories and snarky jokes and the political stuff, even the rabid right wingers I don’t agree with. If we don’t read about points of view different from our own, we limit ourselves. If nothing else it affirms our own good judgment (ahem).

The thing that gets me about Facebook is the “look-at-me and what I have” photos, postings etc. They are bad enough, then you have all the hangers-on who “like” that you made a complete jackass of yourself as a show-off and go on to “share”, adding themselves to the jackass category.

The other thing is, you can discover stuff about people that you’d just as soon not know, and that increases the potential for people to discover stuff about you. Those privacy restrictions come with a caveat.

The shared inspirational, positive affirmation posters, some so saccharine, they are borderline nauseous, especially before breakfast. These fall into three categories.

  • The “get over heartbreak you are not alone” for those who wish to remain heartbroken.


  • “The sun will come up tomorrow” if you are in recovery from heartbreak.


  • “A flower to share with someone in heaven.” It’s supposed to be heaven, they don’t need Facebook.


And Lordy, the one I can’t stand is some sob sister/brother posting a request to copy, paste, share some earthshattering blathering with an asterisk notation that few people will bother. (usually for good reason)

Finally, people who put photos of their kids on social media are nuts. There are too many software programs to capture images and some creep somewhere knows how to do this.

So, if you were my friend, or followed me on Facebook, Google, or LinkedIn, I’m gone, but I have email or you can leave a  snarky comment here every week.

FaceBook, Fogies and Other Fables

One of the characters in the movie, “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel ” found a job in a call center in India teaching the employees how to relate to older people on the phone. What a great concept. I hope that some enterprising merchant will pick up on the idea. For the most part, outmoded perceptions define older people.

Older people will not buy ugly products even if they are less expensive. We’ve had to spend a good portion of our life “settling” and sacrifice is no longer required of us. One of the products widely promoted in print media for older people is a cell phone service. The phone is hideous and you have to pay through the nose to get text messaging. One of the extra plan options is “live nurse”. For the additional fee, she should be making house calls.

The biggest misconception about older people is we are slow to embrace new technology and are computer illiterate. Most in my age group have Pc’s or a laptop, iPhones, iPads, Nooks and Kindles. We know how to program a backup hard drive to safeguard all the photos and music we have on our pc. We know how to Skype.

An article in the local news featured a story about Facebook, and that older people had failed to embrace the technology. It cited security and privacy concerns as the reason we have not embraced this form of social networking. Made us sound like a bunch of scared old fogies. Len Kleinrock, now age 77, who developed theories that would become the underpinnings of the Internet, stated he has no interest in Facebook. He is too busy to get involved in the daily trivia of Facebook. He is not alone, as most of us are not interested in allocating time for the slavish attention Facebook users seem to devote to keeping everyone “informed”.

Bet you didn’t see many of us lined up at the starting bell to purchase Facebook stock either. How’s that for being slow to embrace technology?

Facebook Newbie

At the risk of being labeled a curmudgeon, I don’t get Facebook. I’ve always believed it is a utility for the deeply self-absorbed who divulge way too much about their activities.

My niece finally convinced me it is the only way to stay current with the activities of our extensive family. I am somewhat tech savvy, so I believed I could handle navigating around its numerous features. It was a big mistake. Face book is not intuitive technology. One miss-step and you can tell the world stuff you wouldn’t tell a priest. I have serious issues with the information it displays. It is no one’s business if I am up at 3:00am. I don’t want anyone to know when or if I update my photo or respond to a comment.

There should be a category of “acquaintance”. This designation would let people off the hook. Being considered a friend carries a lot of responsibility. Don’t count on an acquaintance posting bail for you if you get hauled off to the clinker.

What happens when someone doesn’t “friend” you? What’s even worse is having a relative not “friend” you. Does Face book provide therapy for that kind of shun? I am sure everyone must wonder why Sally chose not to “friend” me. I shouldn’t mention this or someone is certain to “comment” and embarrass me further.

What will happen if I choose not to comment? I don’t care if someone “likes” my comment. There shouldn’t be an option to comment if people are thin skinned. How do I know my message (the one I sent about my sister’s thighs in her picture) won’t appear where I don’t want it? If you aren’t careful, you can alienate an entire branch of family. I am on shaky ground with most of them as it is.

What happens when my photo appears on a “friend’s” page? Maybe I wanted the photo to appear on my page only. I cannot post a photo of my spouse on my page. He is adamant about remaining anonymous. Will people think I have poisoned him and stuffed him in the basement if I don’t have a current photo of him?

I am going to shut down my Facebook account. Being out of the loop is not a bad thing.

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