There’s something about social networks that bother me. First of all, I’m irritated that I didn’t steal the idea from a couple of twins in college, screw over my best friend and make a billion dollars. But let’s face it, in college I was more concerned with doing kamikaze shots, mugging with cute boys and showing off my state of the art word processor. So perhaps I wasn’t exactly on the cusp of inventing Facebook.
Here is my other beef. Social networks are too interconnected.
I just don’t want to log onto Twitter so I can post on my Facebook account that I BBM’d my LinkedIn connections that I just walked into a Starbucks. You know what I mean? I like a little bit of privacy in this online world. I want to control the information.
Which is why it sort of disturbed me when I got an email from my friend Liza that said…
“How come you have me in your Blackberry as “Liza (Charlie and Claire’s mom)?”
You see, I always put little notes in my Blackberry so I can remember who people are. And Liza IS Charlie and Claire’s mom. But I had no idea she could SEE THIS description every time I email her.
I feel violated.
I frantically run through my Blackberry. And you should too. Be on the lookout for things like….
Michelle (Chatty mom from gymnastics class)
Barbara (Mom with fabulous Botox – get her doctor’s number)
Eddie (Not so smart but super cheap plumber)
Gretchen (Mom who insists on taking my spot every morning at preschool)
Once I’ve do some editing of my not-so-private contact list, Rick and I head out to dinner. It’s a hot new restaurant and by hot I mean, you get to sit down an hour past your reservation.
At one point, as hunger pains begin to ravage our entire bodies, Rick leans over the hostess’ shoulder to glance at the computer and check our progress. And he sees that the hostess has described him as “handsome man.”
While other patrons are described as “man with beard” or “woman in green dress” so the hostess can find them when their table is ready, my husband gets “handsome man.”
It must just be grueling to be Rick sometimes. How does he get through a day?
And yes, I’ve already edited my Blackberry contacts to read…
Rick (husband, handsome man)