It just popped out nowhere, and before we knew it squillions of people were staring at a template and downloading all of their private information onto it.
If someone had said, let’s say a decade ago, that people all over the world were going to start letting strangers into their lives, into their homes, into their workplaces, into their children’s’ lives, and into their relationships, would anyone really have believed it?
Looking back, an inkling of a cultural trend was realizing that people like Paris Hilton, or Nicole Ritchie were tottering around, with a work CV that could rival a toothpick in length, would end up making millions of dollars for simply letting us know their every move.
Media all over the world then said, “Ok, so world, apparently you want to know what café Nicole just walked out of? Well, here you go!”
“Oh I hear you gagging to hear which nightclub Paris fell out of last night? No drama, we’re on it. It was this club in LA you’ve never heard of.”
And it really was quite amazing, because we’re being fed all this information on a bunch of people that at the time really had nothing to show for their lives. And yet, apparently we wanted more and more.
Perhaps this is an element of how we got to where we are with the introduction of Face book?
Subliminally, we were lead to believe that to share all your personal life, not leaving out the mundane, “I just cleaned by teeth.” with all and sundry means that you’re popularity would instantly rise, and you’d build a following of some sort.
I’m sure we all entered into the Face book world with the intention that it lured us in for? That being a great place to network and catch up with old friends, but then it was game on, and suddenly we’re sharing our thoughts and photos with a potential serial killer in Siberia.
For the record, I am a tad loose on the old Face book front, being on radio when I started the account, I couldn’t bring myself to knock anyone back. In hindsight, this was the start of my Face book “please like me!” demise.
Although I will admit, that occasionally, ok quite a lot, I find myself looking at the photo and information of random friend requests to find out who they are and what they’re about. Ten years ago, this would be considered a peeping Tom. So where have others and I gone wrong?
And some people are a tad scary and it stresses me out that I’m on their weird radar.
*Sophie, sums it up “I’m very anxious when on Face book because the 350+ are more like strangers. I don’t like everyone knowing whom I’m speaking to and what I’ve been doing for fear of being judged. I spend an absurd amount of time trying to word wall posts and then worry about who is reading. I post pictures then take them down often. I stalk people then feel bad.”
Ring any bells?
She says, “I don’t know everyone knowing what I’m doing for fear of being judged”. Yet she’s accepted the strangers anyway, and continues to let them know.
And then “I spend an absurd amount of time trying to word wall posts,” so clearly she’s trying to impress an unknown market of people and she even admits that it’s nuts.
I’m not a Face book hater, just ask my 5000 friends, but I can see how that Mark Zuckerberg had designs on our paranoia.
Even trying to get off it isn’t an easy task. Forget the FB cold turkey, that’s the least of your worries, it’s the fact that it stays there in cyber world, albeit ‘de-activated’, never quite out of your life, luring you back, into the social networking limelight.
TIME TO CONFESS – ARE YOU A FACEBOOK TRAGIC? CONFESS YOUR SINS please!!!!!!!!!!