Seriously, don't call me old fashioned. Maybe a hold out, but not old fashioned. (I don't care if you spend your time on Facebook. I won't hold it against you.)
I do find it was a great idea for its original concept to help college students connect to others on campus, an especially useful thing for freshmen. I get it. I even get that you can share lots of photos or find a long lost high school sweetheart and all that hokus pokus.
(I would definitely not be looking for my high school sweetheart, for the record and all. Been there, done that, and have the divorce papers to prove it.)
Sure, I'd looooovvvveeee to know where that dreamy hunk from 12th grade is...oh wait, he was on TV for a while and now lives in Raleigh, yep! And I already know that the short Indian dude from my debate class is now a pediatric oncologist and a professor of radiology at an MAJOR Ivy League school and another guy was a producer for the Frasier show and now writes for Psych all after graduating from MIT? Really, Facebook might make me feel all inferior and junk. Not.
The truth of the matter is there are some people I'd rather not find me. Let sleeping dogs lie, right? That way they don't yap out all your secrets...hmmmmm. And think of the time you spend on Facebook -- what else could you accomplish? That virtual farm does seem addictive, though, and I must admit if I ever started, I'm not sure I could stop.
All that said, stop the presses, it's about to happen. I found out you can get free stuff and samples and coupons on the Facebook. Wiggle a one-time use eye shadow sample or a mini, mini lotion tube in my face and I'd likely sign up for anything. Even the Facebook.
It's unlikely you'll find me. But if you do, I don't want to be your friend. I'm just in it for the freebies!
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