I love Facebook. Why would any Southerner not? We can extend what we know about everyone in town and beyond- who died, who is sick, who got married, who had a baby, and, in the more modern sense, who is “in a relationship.” I learned within the last three months that two of my high school classmates passed away. Since I do this slideshow honoring departed classmates to the tune of “Somewhere” at the reunion, this means I need to do some editing. A sad charge I volunteered for.
I also follow my children on Facebook. This has been an education. I actually blocked viewing one for a while for undisclosed reasons. (Feel free to speculate). I learned a lot about my children’s’ divergent political beliefs on Facebook. How did I as a liberal raise three children and two turned out to be conservatives? I blame First Conservative Husband. I have to blame someone!
There are some things I really cannot stand on Facebook. I hate the religious posts that ask you to click yes if you agree and make the assumption that if you ignore, you are an atheist or are going to hell. I cannot stand the posts where people tell you where they are, doing something mundane and unexciting. “Checked in at Wal-Mart.” Who cares? I also do not like the fact that my children tend to post pictures of me without my approval. They often are very unflattering photos. I think it will come to my threatening to cut them out of the will if it happens again.
Source: Facebook Site- Mommy Loves Vodka
I do think Facebook is a political education. I am amazed at how much hate and discrimination exists on social media. Obviously we live in a free society and I am happy I can express my opinion. I follow Mark Zuckerberg on Facebook and really admire what he has done with this platform. He seems to be a smart, ambitious young man who cares about Facebook’s role in a globalized society.
The photos on Facebook are such a treasure. Every year for Christmas, First Daughter and Princess Daughter create a photo album of the granddaughters for me. They give me input. I simply go back to the photos I have posted on Facebook to get my favorites. We really have a wonderful photo chronicle of our family on Facebook.
What I miss on Facebook is the early days when most posts were original and not simply shared posts of famous quotes or other’s work. The original posts tell me more about my Facebook friends. I challenge those of you on Facebook to speak for yourself rather than allowing others to do so. Go for an original post!