The whole world seems to be on Facebook. Though originally conceived as networking source for college students, its usership has become far more broader in age. MySpace could never seem to achieve that, to break out from the dismissal of being purely “kid’s stuff.”
A lot of you probably know of older family members, friends, and coworkers who have Facebook accounts. My uber-Christian neighbor back home who, by now must be in her 70s, even has one. Breaking that generational divide must have seemed strange to us at first as we mulled over the decision of whether or not to accept Friend’s Requests from these people. How much of the life I show to my friends and other younger family members do I really want my gramma to see?
Eventually, the generational technical divide was nipped away as older folks began signing up for Facebook accounts, able to talk to their younger relatives with greater ease, although perhaps without the same technical savvy. Phil still shows his mom how to do things on Facebook, and I once informed my 60-year old cousin that the links protesting Facebook’s transition to a paid service was a scam. Her twenty-something son replied to express grave embarrassment at his mother’s naiveties. It could happen to anyone who’s fairly new to these things.
Although, for some, the generational divide only lessened at the point of signing up for a Facebook account. That conversational and cultural distinctions could still create a divisions as some old folks brought with them expectations about proper ways to conduct yourself in public life (the Failbook blog has plenty of examples). That you don’t curse. Don’t talk about certain things. That if you refuse to type full words instead of reverting to indecipherable Txt Spk, you will eventually fall out of their favor and they’ll find another grandkid to call their favorite. Not that that has happened to me. Because gramma isn’t on Facebook… yet.
Anyways, this is just setting you up for Francoplolis’s well-written post on getting friended by his Dad on Facebook.