A few weeks ago I got myself a Facebook page. My daughters were mortified. One refused to befriend me, the other did, reluctantly, though now some of her friends have befriended me as well. (When you've cooked for these kids, they often reward you in the future.)
Miraculously, some people found my page even though I never told anyone I had set it up. I got nudged and poked by others out there, though not by anyone from my high school. I guess they're all too busy with Algebra homework.
Anyway, if you have a Facebook page and want to befriend me, go ahead. I have no idea how to put one of those banners on this blog, like Cottontimer has on her page, so you'll have to click here.
The thing is, I really see no reason for most people to do that. If Facebook is the face of social networking, it needs a nose job. Or at least a more user middle-aged mom-friendly interface. (See previous paragraph.)
Maybe I've just reached the saturation point for social networking. Isn't blogging about mostly inconsequential things a trivial enough activity? Don't I have enough to do, checking my stats every five minutes? Do I really need to obsess about who's Facebooking me as well? (My daughter, the one who won't Facebook me, tells me that's a verb now. Though I suspect she tells me these things just to taunt me.)
So explain to me why Facebook matters. Or, hey, you could just take my Facebook quiz!
