Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Stalkbook voyeurism

I've been meaning to write a post about Stalkbook, I mean Facebook, for ages. Why? Because it fascinates me. I love the way it can induce all sorts of heated arguments from people who have stayed off it, proclaiming that it's an invasion of privacy. Somebody even called it 'dangerous' the other day. Come on, people, it's just Facebook. Guns are dangerous, crossing the road without looking is dangerous. Facebook... not so much.

Nobody forces people to go on to it, or upload their photos, or become friends with people who used to put chewing gum in their hair at school. It doesn't actually define your relationship status. I haven't heard of any hijack situations where people have been forced at knifepoint to log on and, shock-horror, update their statuses. Nope, as far as I can see, it's just made voyeurism part of everyday life and, come on, who doesn't love a bit of voyeurism, hmm?

I do understand that the internet is filled with predators and it's possibly not clever to allow your wayward 12-year old daughter to frolick about on Facebook unattended, but us consenting adults with more than two braincells to rub together are probably quite safe. And those twits who stay home from work because they're hungover and announce it on their statusses for everybody at work to read, well, they're just twits, and twits generally do get caught out every-so-often.

One little thing I struggle with, though, is friend requests from school people. I don't want to hurt people's feelings by denying friendship requests so I leave them festering in my notifications box (or whatever it's called), inducing guilt every time I go in. Why, though, would I want to now be friends with someone who, really, was very mean to me at school? More guilt. Then I remind myself that it's just Stalkbook.

And then there's Farmville, that appeals to my 10-year old boy brain (and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Okay, maybe a little), and Scrabble, which I'm completely addicted to. That reminds me, I have a fabulous Facebook Scrabble Romance story to tell from my long-ago past. I must write that post too. I must be off now, though... my Forget-Me-Nots need harvesting and I should pet my turtle.

There's nothing wrong with living on an imaginary farm until I get my real one, surely?

5 comments:

BNM said...

I used to play farmville but now I'm seriously addicted to Treasure Madness where you get to look for buried treasure!!
Its too addictive... aagh!!
BNMx

Mud in the City said...

Last week I got a friendship request from a German girl I met on a school exchange, for 1 week, when I was 11. I have not seen of heard from her since then. Is that not slightly weird??

(And no, I won't feel guilty not accepting it!)

Rambler said...

oh yah.... scrabble!

i think we have a game still going!!

Miranda said...

Oh I lurve Stalkbook. And your status updates in particular! And yes, those smug non facebookers or part time facebookers drive me nuts.

Hope your head is feeling better? Sorry, been a bit shite at commenting of late!

Shiny said...

BNM - Oh, no! I must not go and look at it. I must not go and look at it. I must not... That sounds like too much fun. Oh, buggerit, maybe I'll just take a peek...

Mud - completely wierd. I am going to take a page out of your Guiltless-Ignoring-of-Friend-Requests book.

Rambler - we do. Your turn.

Miranda - my head is perfect again, thank you. Well, the pain has gone. I'm still a bit loopy, but I think that's just who I am. Such a relief not to have the pain, though.

xxx