So yeah my Dad just superpoked me.
(If you don’t know what that means, I offer you my congratulations and I urge you to go back to your pre-facebookion life and get as much work done as you can before you eventually and inevitably succumb.)
He rang me up a few weeks ago to inform me about this new brilliant previously unknown website he had just discovered that you could join and meet people you know on, and how amazing and ground-breaking it was and how he just thought that I should probably be told about such things because I work in computers and I should really keep up to date on the latest trends. It took me about ten minutes to realise he was talking about Facebook. I gently let him know that I had vaguely of heard of it alright, and before I knew it, he had found me out and added me to his profile along with a picture of him from 30 years ago. Apparently it was the only one he had handy. Heh.
Darn it. This has already happened to me on Bebo of all places. Oh yes, my mother is on my Bebo friends list. As are a whole heap of my internet-savvy extended family. Most of the time this doesn’t bother me a bit, but facebook needs careful monitoring.
A little bit of “lets block Dad seeing that photo, oh and that one, and oh my God let’s decide not to change my status whilst drunk”. Also, a few little texts and phone calls consisting of pleas along the lines of “Dad would you mind *terribly* taking down the family through the years picture album?”
An extended list of family, friends, work colleagues, and ex “it’s complicated” types makes for an uncomfortable mix.
While we’re on it, how do you politely remove an ex from your friends list? Or do you just put up with their daily status updates? Make sure your own status updates don’t appear to be passive aggressive responses? Decline an invitation from your boss gracefully? Keep separate profiles for work, friends, family, etc?
It’s a minefield.
And apparently, I’m not the only one who thinks so. How much should we censor ourselves when everyone else is listening?