Facebook Is Not Real.

 

 

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Facebook is where I consume and share news and opinions.  It is also where I connect with long lost school friends, and socialize with other online mothers.  Lastly, it is an amplifier for my blog, my name, and my brand.

Facebook is also not real.

Facebook is the modern equivalent to the family portrait and family newsletter.  We post when our kids do well, when they look their best, and when we get a new haircut.  If we have babies, we post a million pictures of them because babies are perfect and adorable… even when they’re not.  That’s what Facebook is for.

Facebook is not for the ugly.

Even in the rare event that someone shares “the ugly”, it is still a crafted ugly – it is thought about and refined and chosen to be shared.

Am I saying I’m not honest with all of you on Facebook?  No – I’m quite guilty of being honest…

But what I choose to share is only half a percent of what I am.

Facebook is a filtered reality that occupies so very much of our time.  Yes, it’s an incredible tool for connecting with people from all over the globe.  Yes, for many it fills a great need for a sense of support and community.  Yes, it is a lightning fast way to share current events in real time and experience a collective consciousness.

It is also a stage.

It is like one of those video games where you get to pick and choose your attributes.

Everyone can be a humorist…

an activist…

a photographer…

heavily opinionated…

enlightened…

and everyone gets to have an audience.

 

But…

I’m grateful for the role I play…

and for the roles you’ve played in my Facebook life.

We are all a little more of our ideal selves.  We care, interact, laugh, and pat on the back more than we do in person.

Don’t stop.

Fake it til you make it…

Because sooner or later,

changing your facebook avatar for a cause may make you think about real activism…

That witty comeback you finally posted days later may shake the dust off of your “in real life” wit…

The opinions you so heatedly type might lead to expressing them in your real voice…

and that “cyber hug” you posted on someone’s wall has the possibility to become a real gesture to make someone’s life easier.

Facebook is not real…

but it sure is good practice.

 

 

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Thumbs Up – Like (Photo credit: Marco Fieber)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Facebook “like” Hoarders, Stop Manipulating Me.

 

Sometimes I lie awake at night…

desperate for sleep…

ravaged with guilt…

 

because I didn’t “like” your stupid post on Facebook.

 

 

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Transit Center visits Children’s Cancer Center and retirement home in Bishkek (Photo credit: DVIDSHUB)

 Click “like” if you hate cancer.

 

 

 

 ”Like” this if you love your children.

 

 

 

French bread sandwich with fries.

This is a picture of my lunch.

Click “like” if you agree that no child should go hungry.

 

 

There is something deep within me that not only hates being told what to do, but will bristle at the first sign of manipulation.  This is why I refuse to “like” the statuses of you “like” hoarders.

Even when I actually like it.

This is also why I lie awake in bed, worried about the cancer and the starving kids, and guilty that I didn’t love my own kids enough to click on your thumbs up button.

I’m sleepy.

Stop it.

 

 

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Why I’ll never quit blogging.

It takes a village…

not just to raise a child, but to exist…

to thrive as a human being.

Our techno-lifestyles have reduced our daily physical connections with others.  I never have to see an actual teller at a bank, and half the time I deal with voice automation on the telephone.  More and more of us live long distances from our parents and grandparents.  The majority of the people I know would send an email before entertaining the idea of making a phone call.

But we have a deep, primal need to connect.  Through the Internet and social media we are building our own cyber villages.  We share photos of our lives, we share the music that touches us, and we make each other laugh with our stupid jokes.

Sure, there are the sparse wackadoodles who are not who they say they are online, but I think most of us are just trying to connect… whether we admit it or not.  Almost all of us are using something as inhuman as a computer… to feed our humanity.

For me it’s blogging.

Personal blogs are becoming everyday reads for a large part of the population.  They’re not news articles, they’re not magazines… they’re personal – they have heart.  A journalist can give you the details, a blogger can make you cry… or pee your pants.

I am brave behind the keyboard.  I’ve shared with you a miscarriage, depression, and an early lesson in compassion.  And we’ve laughed together so hard… about idiot phone companies, scarring my kid at the OB’s office, and really bad bowel movements.

A blogger strokes the keyboard, reaches through the computer screen, and taps you on the shoulder.  A personal blogger writes to make you feel, to make you laugh, to make you think.  A blogger (a good one) feeds your humanity.  And the best part of it all, the absolute best, is that you also feed mine.  It may actually be a tipped scale in my favor.

When I’m honest in my writing, it makes me feel human.  But when you, the readers respond… it makes me live.

The comments, the emails, the tweets from the other side of the globe… it’s a testament to the power of human connection.  You people are my proof that at the core, we are all so much more alike than we think.

Whether you read or you write, blogs are the cyber campfire.  The stories, the laughter, the debates, the bearing witness… it connects us across vast distances.

You are my village…

and I thank you.

I am amazed that I’ve reached so many of you.

I never expected so many of you would reach me.

Keep the embers of the cyber campfire burning…

because I don’t think I’ll ever quit.

 

PS- This is from my About page:

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Pain shared is pain lessened.

Laughter shared is laughter multiplied.

Blog or perish.

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My boys.

 

 

Virtually dizzy.

I was confused.

I stared at an article I was reading…

This should be shared…

The window in the corner kept telling me that people were re-tweeting me, @ mentioning me, and I had 3 DM’s.

My mind drifted…

Then the whispers started…

“It’s a good read.”

Post it on the microblog.

Stumble on your way to the bookmarklet.”

“Who cares? Get back to the +

“Your circles are waiting at the +

“Your page needs it. That’s why no one “likes” your page.”

I shake away the madness for a second, gulp some water, and take comfort in how many people I’m LinkedIn with.

I put shoes on Facebook, play with my circles, and try to categorize my virtually social life.

“ding”

It’s a text. I should look at the DM’s first… those might be more important.  What happened to those shoes? Did I Facebook them? Shit. I think I pinned it. Wait, that’s what I wanted to do.

If I stumble with the +, it’s because I’m busy posting pins in circles and lists.

Then there’s a knock on my door.  Do people still use those?

It’s the little guy…

vaguely familiar.

I think I knew him in a past life.

The little guy throws a shovel at me.

And tells me I need to digg something.

I’m dizzy.

Which is weird…

considering I have Klout in technology.

 

Cartoon Facebook Profile Pic- Raising Awareness For The Violence Against Wile E. Coyote.

The case of the hijacked meme.

Lately, social media has been letting me down.  I’m afraid as a society, we’ve been lulled into this false belief that if we send out a quick tweet with a link to an organization, or change our profile picture, or take 20 seconds to write a status update- that we deserve a hefty pat on the back for making a difference.

At the moment, my Facebook stream is filled with updated profile pics of cartoon characters.  I’ve started seeing Rainbow Brite,  Smurfs,  Roadrunner, and good ole’ Wile E. Coyote.

You see, everyone is posting a pic of their favorite childhood cartoon.

Why?

Here’s one version of the status that is attached:

In support of anti-child violence, change your Facebook profile picture to a cartoon from your childhood. Until Monday Dec. 6, there should be no human faces on Facebook, but an invasion of memories. Join the fight against CHILD ABUSE. Invite your friends to do the same.

This is the status that evolved around Decmber 3rd- or so.  But according to sites like Know Your Meme.com, and Huffington Post, the meme originally started in Greece, in early November.  Here is the supposed original message:

From the 12th to the 22nd of November, change your profile picture on Facebook to an image from a cartoon from your childhood. The goal of the game? Not to have a single human face on Facebook, but an invasion of our collective childhood memories for the time of a week. It’s up to you to take action and to forward this message.

It was originally supposed to be a game- a fun way to remember our childhood- and for a moment, forget about the grumpy, old adults we’ve become.  Leave it to us Americans to hijack a meme, slap a cause on it, and pay a lot of lip service.

I’m over it, people.

It’s like hanging your sweaty shirt out the window, letting it air out, then putting it back on and pretending it’s washed.

It ain’t freakin’ washed.

The only “awareness” I feel is being raised, is that for the violence against Wile. E. Coyote.  And if that’s the goal- then fine.  Lord knows, one animal can only take so many anvils.

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But if you want to raise awareness about violence against children?  Or join the fight to stop child abuse?

Then post something like this:

Almost five children die everyday as a result of child abuse.  90% of child sexual abuse victims know the perpetrator in some way.  Go to www.ChildHelp.org to learn how you can help spread the word, volunteer, or donate.

Or even something as easy as this:

Do you know or suspect a child is being abused?  Call the National Child Abuse Hotline at 1-800-4-a-child.

I’m not saying there aren’t people out there with good hearts.  I’m saying this cartoon meme is bullshit, and is NOT raising awareness about anything.  It’s sparking conversation about why The Smurfs were better that The Little’s.  Why?  Because we all loved Saturday morning cartoons, and it’s fun to talk about, and to see who liked what cartoon, and what that says about them.  And guess what?  That is what the meme was originally supposed to be about!

So, to those of you out there with good hearts, I say to you:  I love your heart.  But it is my belief that change is facilitated when good hearts meet good minds, and take good action.

Do something.

Or at the very least, include some pertinent information in your status update.