January 28, 2013

  • Will you still add me, will you still tag me, when I’m 64?When Will You Stop Using Facebook

    Will you still add me, will you still tag me, when I’m 64?

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    Adults are typically grateful that social media didn’t exist when they were teenagers — that their Facebook photos and status messages date to their college years at the earliest, not their first years of high school or middle school. Would you retroactively give your 13-year-old self the power to permanently put anything he or she wanted on the Web? I’d sooner incapacitate him with arcade-prize finger traps, the unexpectedly hazardous technology of my youth.

    What I’d never pondered, until a friend questioned me about it last weekend, is when I’ll stop using Facebook. Assuming it endures as a company, will there be an age at which most people abandon it? Right now, I’m a light user who mostly exploits the platform to share links to my articles. 

    Some people in my “stream” do the same. We’ll all follow the crowd.

    As I reflect on the way most of my friends from high school and college have used Facebook in the past and how they use it today, I’d say that their activity is more often than not tied to life changes. A new “relationship status.” A new job. A move to a new city. A wedding proposal, followed by photographs from the bachelorette party, the wedding, and the honeymoon. A pregnancy, followed by photos of the baby, her first steps, her second birthday, her last day of school, and her spot on the bronze medal podium after placing third in a state college swim meet.

    People want to share these developments. And their friends and acquaintances don’t want to miss out on happy news, or gossip, or vicarious presence at an event, or even mini-scandal or unexpected tragedy. So they keep coming back to Facebook, many times a day, to disseminate news and to receive it, and to decide whether their own life is proceeding at an acceptable pace. But what happens when the pace of “newsworthy” change slows down? When the career is established, the marriage is either stable or long over, the kids are grown, and seeing friends means dinner and a streamed movie rather than late nights drinking with camera phones out? Does Facebook start to feel depressing, like drawing on your dorm room white board during Thanksgiving break, or as if it has lost its purpose, like People magazine after Princess Diana?

    In Joan Didion’s essay on coming of age in New York City, she wrote:

    I remember once, one cold bright December evening in New York, suggesting a friend who complained of having been around too long that he come with me to a party where there would be, I assured him with the bright resourcefulness of twenty-three, “new faces.” He laughed literally until he choked, and I had to roll down the taxi window and hit him on the back. “New faces,” he said finally, “don’t tell me about new faces.” It seemed that the last time he had gone to a party where he had been promised “new faces,” there had been fifteen people in the room, and he had already slept with five of the women and owed money to all but two of the men. I laughed with him, but the first snow had just begun to fall and the big Christmas trees glittered yellow and white as far as I could see up Park Avenue and I had a new dress and it would be a long while before I would come to understand the particular moral of the story.

    Years later, she was still attending the same parties, “all parties, bad parties,” and only looking back was she able to appreciate her mistake: “You will have perceived by now that I was not one to profit by the experience of others, that it was a very long time indeed before I stopped believing in new faces and began to understand… that it is distinctly possible to stay too long at the Fair.” 

    Imagine 7 years spent living in a college dorm, or 15 years spent attending the parties you went to in your twenties. Now imagine yourself perusing a Facebook stream daily for a full 25 years.  

    Doesn’t that just feel like too long? 

    I wonder how many of you will agree. It’s impossible to say right now. The popularity of Facebook among older people today doesn’t really tell us much. Like everyone already grown up when social media came along, they experienced the addicting novelty of remaking long-lost, far-flung connections while in between tasks at work or waiting for the onions to caramelize. People who grew up with social media all along will experience it differently in middle age. 

    A colleague with whom I spoke about this topic guessed that the middle-aged will stick around as users for nostalgic reasons, their accounts, full of archived photographs, serving the same function as old high school yearbooks. Perhaps so. But how often do you look at your high school yearbook? In that scenario, Facebook pays to store ever more data that is seldom accessed

    Older folks might also stick around to lurk on the pages of their grown children, especially when grandchildren arrive. But Facebook will always be vulnerable to other companies fulfilling discrete social media niches, like photo-sharing with members of the immediate family. They’re an “all-purpose sharing” site, with all of the attendant advantages and drawbacks. 

    Are my future children going to see the presence of my wife and I on Facebook as a drawback to doing their young-adult social media sharing on the platform? I suspect so. Of course, much of what I’ve written is premised on Facebook itself remaining static, which isn’t going to happen. But the thought experiment helps us think through the challenges the company is facing. There are surely people within its hierarchy asking themselves these very same questions: 

    Is there a tension between keeping older users and attracting younger users?

    Which demographic do we care about most?

    How do we retain users for the long haul?

    Will we try to charge people one day for storing all their decades old photos? 

    How hard will we make it for our users to export their histories?

    It’ll be interesting to see how they answer those questions, and how the people of my generation respond. 

     
     
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Comments (1)

  • How many times were we warned in the 1990s about our daughters and “MY SPACE” –  I am not even certain that it still exist.  Unless the family is out of the country, I just do not get the Facebook conversations. but there I should not be so smug, because, this will surprise some folks, I am not a big talkers.  I think we have thinkers, talkers, and some who are always thinking about their next move and what it can mean for them — what they say, for whom they care; They are so absorbed that it is all about them, so they can make vacuuous statements of FB, sound slightly arrogant, and think they are amusing their listeners;  Perhaps, some psychopathic behaviors fall in this crowd.

    I have asked my husband for years how these companies make such huge profits, for I, who bless every soul who bought, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” and I have found some sweet people working their asses off trying to get someone to hear just a few paragraphs, for we seem to pass them by — With no offense, but we knew others we keep up with, until they disappear.

    I will tell you one pure thing about me, and it is this.  I find that, as old as I am, I believe that socially when I make contacts on Xanga, for instance, and we keep chatting, start talking about our favorite memories, the places we’ve been, and remember the people we have in common, then I believe that I have made a friend; , WRONG!  I would say that I keep checking on people, but when I finally note they have moved on to other cyber pathics, I feel a little sad, because I thought it was clever, just notes every few days, nothing too special. Now and then I might endeavor to know them better, for if I share about my life; Would I not be quite a prig to act as if I care nothing about them.  There are rules about being friends, and  I am apt not to have another romance in my life — Though do most of us have dreams or thoughts of yesterday, or one day when our heartss skips a beat, and we stop and turn to the reality.  I am a parent, and a grandparent, and I have little enough energy to take care of most of what that requires; So I am off the romance trek.

    Friendship though; I can go for long periods where there is chatting of the internet source, laughter at funny and amusing people, and I love to laugh, but at least four times, such people sort of disappeared one day, and I wonder if they were bored; Worse, did I offend or hurt them some way, or were they a farce all along, and I was getting too close.  I do not understand it unless more than half of anything they wrote was just a practice of how to get a person’s attention.  I mean these are people writing as if we had been kids together.  One even tried to help me get my book started on the road to giving out book marks and candy at a trade fair.  My heart was bursting with such pride that I wanted to do something really special for this woman — But she disappeared from Xanga, and I had one illusive note, and I wish her well, but I do not get it, for I made it clear that I was delighted to have her help, but this had to be something she wanted to do.

    Facebook, I just hate, for I had rather just have a picture place or just an attachment of pictures to email, and that is all I need.  I was attacked viciously by a horrible little brat, for I was concerned she was not eatting carrying twins, but I never said it that way.  I tried to make it sort of fun — That a cookie at her shower wasn’t going to hurt her, and the babies needed the calories.  I then got this long blasphemous, horrible note back through FB that I accused her of, “Starving her babies,” which I certainly did not, But she used Facebook as an attention grabber.  Of course she wound up in the hospital for most of her pregnancy  to get the babies large enough to be born within a week after that, so I just try to keep remarks to the point and sort of end on a question mark in their minds now; for I was burned by that Facebook exchange.

    I see Facebook, and most of these services as now beginning to face the music.  Popup advertising has small rewards, and their product is people interfacing with each other and scores of pictures, and I fear that it is going to take a crane to pull Facebook back up as other services come in offering more. I’m surprised we do not have a social network where advertisers do not pop up with freebee good things — Big and smaller prizes to make people feel hopeful and want to go to that site.

    I’m tired, going off subject, but my conclusion about all of the internet social circles is one needs to be very careful if there is romance or money involved.  Pictures of young girls and boys petrify me, for children do not get the risk, and you cannot tell them, and we learned that the hardway.  Facebook is in the trenches, but you cannot own people’s thoughts, and Xanga and Gmail meet all of my needs just fine.  I am sad that people just disappear, for it is like the cocktail parties of old where everyone would just compliment the dress, the hair, the little piece of jewelry, chat about the families — And their glad hands went to other rooms.

    False Friends, it happens on Xanga too, but again, we are back to asking how a social network makes anyone’s lives more meaningful.  Will they still be around in years to come, and all of the answers are use, but they will be just one market, and few will ever have the integrity of a Michael Whelan.

    Blessings, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” The book on Amazon, Kindle, KDP, and Create Space — 2012 book festival awards in San Francisco and Hollywood;  Interviewed by Barry Elva, Internet Radio — Up coming book discussion on WGUC of Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky.

    Mainly, Just love and blessins, Barb

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