Facebook Foibles and Twitter Twits
Someone needs to write a Face-etiquette-book. Since joining up–admittedly behind the curve–a couple months ago, I’ve been deluged with friend requests from folks who exclusing those who are actual friends, former classmates and colleages, fit into these categores: People I Don’t Know (stalkers?), People I Don’t Like–including Exes I Never Want to Speak With Again–People’s Assistants and Former Interns. The latter of which is the least noxious. So what’s the deal? Ignore these people or block them. Seems the name of the FB game is really a numbers game….people with thousands of so-called friends, who then complain that they’re tired of reading all the stupid stuff they post, like “I’m having a beer now.” You’re right. WGAF?
And the same goes for Twitter, into which I was recently dragged, fearing even more stupid stuff like “I’m putting on mascara now.” Instead, turns out to be people promoting everything there is to promote. Just for grins, I became a “follower” of Sean Combs, aka iamdiddy, only to be swamped with update after update about how he’s partying, suffering a hangover after drinking Ciroc and Gatorade and of course, promoting, promoting, promoting. Maybe he has an umbrella man doing this from dawn into the wee hours.
