Earlier this week, I got an e-mail from Facebook; a friend had sent me a message. And the message? That the mother of an old friend “…passed away yesterday. I thought you would want to know. XO”
Yes, I’d like to know, thank you, because both of this friend’s parents were pretty amazing people, and I will miss them. Maybe this is old fashioned, but shouldn’t news like that at least merit a direct e-mail? This is my oldest friend, dating back to high school. We’ve been at college together, worked and partied in Hong Kong at the same time, and stayed friends for more than 35 years. But now he’s addicted to Facebook.
Seriously. No one in our circle of friends, family and acquaintances, can contact this person through regular e-mail, it all has to go through Facebook. When I was home last spring, my cousin startled me by asking “So when are you getting together for coffee with W?” I must have given him that deer-in-headlights, Sarah Pallin look, because he said, “Saw it on Facebook”.
My mother is part of the generation that believes you are only in the paper when you’re born, married, and dead. As a self proclaimed media slut, I’ve fallen far from that, but still I think there should be some space between your private life, and that which is posted on the Internet.
In the interest of planning for the future, I want the following known: when I die, please no posting on Facebook, just send them my obit to “memorialize” my profile page, no tweets, or RT’s.
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