Facebook Phobia

It’s been just over a year since I brought up Facebook pressure.

The media headlines last week made me think it was time to re-visit the subject.

How are you all feeling about the Facebook privacy issues in the media these days?

Be sure to at least click the first link to see the excellent graphic that points out that their privacy policy is longer than the United States Constitution.

May 12, 2010 – Facebook Privacy: A Bewildering Tangle of Options

May 12, 2010 – Price of Facebook Privacy? Start Clicking
May 12, 2010 – Amid backlash, Facebook tries to save face
May 13, 2010 – Some quitting Facebook as privacy concerns escalate

I know all the cool kids adults are doing it.

I’ve never been much of a joiner.

I’m still a social misfit. I know this.

And I’m really okay with it so please don’t scold me.

I’m still scarred from gym class and always being picked last.

Mostly I think my phobia is because I don’t want those mean girls from gym class to find me on Facebook.

Like they’re really looking for me?

Then my mom pointed out that they could find my blog.

She’s sharp, my mom.

Whatever.

There are plenty of other nameless people who don’t need my life updates. I think it takes a little more work to find my blog and I am content with my 5 family members, 10 relatives and my dozen closest friends reading the sanitized version of life here.

Some day I’m sure I’ll bust out of my shell and give you what I affectionately refer to as “the Jerry Springer version of my life.” But for now I’m still trying to respect the privacy of others.

Until then, if you’re one of my 27 readers – thanks and please keep it on the down-low on Facebook.

Intellectually, I know it is just a tool. A communication tool that I’m choosing not to use.

For now, I’m sticking with this blog, email, texting and the good old fashioned telephone. 😉

Full Disclosure:
I do have an account with absolutely nothing there. It’s just so I can lurk and see what my big kids are doing. They know this. Excuse me, I have to go re-check my privacy settings.

Jeffrey Koterba