This Modern Love, It Breaks Me
It is a new era! No longer does simply having an email address make you a well-rounded communicative person. No longer can a young, hip, well connected person survive in the social world without……Facebook. Much has been credited to Facebook recently, so I’ll try not to sound redundant. However, there are a few items with regard to Facebook etiquette that interest me.
-I am often concerned with who I post directly next to on someones wall. It’s easy to believe that the owner of the wall will accredit or associate your words with the person who posted directly next to you.
For instance: I post “Hey Unnamed Friend, I haven’t heard from you in a long time. Write me back.” But, the next thing I know, my post is resting just below: “Yo slut, I miss your loose vagina/salty member and your crazy drug-ridden habits! WOOOOOO!”
So, naturally when this person logs on to see notes from their friends, my sincere note of friendship is resting in the aura of a stranger’s vulgarity. It’s like having an airport built next to your house. An American Airlines’ hub, no less.
Inevitably, I have a sort of Seinfeld moment, and add another post above the stranger’s comment discrediting their relation to me. And, of course, my attempt to distance myself only sandwiches the sultry comment giving it a prologue and epilogue.
-Never post a profile picture, that while humourous, also might give room for cultural or political criticism.
After a jolly time at the shooting range, my friend took a menacing photo of me with an AK-47. Naturally such an unusual and goofy photo deserved to be my profile photo. Minutes after it’s post, my overly liberal friends came out of the woodwork scolding my obvious support of firearm proliferation. My wall and message boards were flooded with “you’ve changed” or “ignorance is bliss” comments.
Most of these “friends” hadn’t thought of me in quite some time. Yet the moment this harmless picture plasters their Newsfeed, I’m suddenly a cause to be spoken against. Ridiculous. I live in the South. I shoot guns. I let my photo be taken with guns. Leave it be.
