I write today as as a man who has no friends, but before you feel too sorry for me, I should clarify context. Specifically, I have no Facebook Friends, not even a Twitter account, though that has more appeal to me than Facebook. Yes, I have access to a computer, even an iPhone, no iPad yet. So I’m stuck in the ancient world of email and regular web searches.
But because my wife is on Facebook and has lots of friends, I vicariously participate through her. I see the relational value of Facebook. I’ve gained a lot of useful information about dear friends. The stronger connections are wonderful. But I am mystified by many of you who feel the need to share what you had for breakfast, every thought you’ve had all day long, and various other details that I really don’t need or want to know. Most of it is harmless, I suppose, but it is taking up useful time that I just wonder if it could be better spent. But that’s a dangerous alley for me to walk into as you could easily identify numerous areas of poor time stewardship on my part, such as following the St. Louis Cardinals on my ESPN Score Center app.
But I want to address something more serious. What about the danger of too much self-revelation? If you are a parent, how do you guide your children’s use of social media? How do you protect them from making tragic choices in self-revelation or in risky relationships? But, taking another step back, what are you modeling for them by what you post? What are you modeling for them by what you say on Facebook about them, the pictures you post of them? How will they feel when they are older?
After you’ve considered Jen Wilkin’s perspective, I’d love to hear your comments.