Facebook. I have an account. Of course I do. Some of the reasons:
- I'm a professional communicator
- My friends and family are strewn all over the country
- I like looking at pictures of my Friends (and creeping on pictures of my Friends' Friends' Friends)
- I'm a world-class procrastinator
- I lack the discipline to assemble any other chronological documentation of life events
- I'm too lazy to find interesting web content on my own
- I'm addicted to Salted Creamery's ice cream
- People's Friends' Friends' Friends creeping on pictures in which you've been tagged
- Bubbling feelings of envy while perusing Friends' vacation photos
- Talking yourself out of feeling like you've been excluded since you weren't invited to that party that many of your Friends seem to have attended over the weekend
- Keying and then re-keying status updates that never see the light of day because either A) nothing is quite clever enough or B) no one really cares, anyway, right?
- Discovering an important life update about a Friend via your News Feed rather than a phone call or face-to-face conversation
- Growing discomfort with how much Facebook knows about me (and with how that data is used to turn profits -- remember I'm also an advertiser who delights in how specific we can target Facebook advertising)
- The sheer volume of Friends I've hidden from my News Feed indicates that there is a gap between what I expect/want/need and what I receive from Facebook
