My Mother's on Facebook

The day I received a friend request from my aunt, (not so) disguised by using her maiden name, I really wasn’t sure what to think of it. Maybe she’s catching up with old classmates, using it to further her business. Just maybe.

But the day I received a friend request from my mother, I knew Facebook had taken a turn for the worst.

Not only is my mother on Facebook, but all of her friends as of now and from the military and high school. Getting a friend request from a 45 year old man, seems weird, but being that you’re known him since you were 3 you feel obliged to accept, although ignore is rather tempting.

A recent status of mine: "Dear Facebook: Sorry I have neglected you, but there are bigger and better things out there like twitter and blogging and blackberry messenger-ing. Our connection just isn't what it used to be. Don't be sad, I'll still be here when ever you need me. ♥ -Carmen"

And quiet honestly, it’s the truth. Facebook has truly shifted gears, ever since it lost its exclusiveness. I was actually excited when I received my college email address in the mail – that meant I could join Facebook. Could care less about registering for classes. Now I have my little brother’s friends commenting on my pictures, telling me how [b a d] I am – awkward much?

And to top it off my mother is friends with MY friends on Facebook – talk about censorship. Gotta really watch what you say or put out there now, or you may just receive a phone call. Even funnier – my mother oftentimes writes to ME on other people’s walls or statuses – come on now, let’s get it together people.

So for me, Facebook was fun and it still is a great networking tool – but the world has gone into Facebook overload. I have already spoken to a graduate of the William & Mary class of 1958 who not only has a Facebook but also a Twitter. So if my grandmother takes the plunge then I know that my time on ‘the book’ is nearing a close.