Mob Blog: Facebook Frenzy
I don’t get Facebook. I especially don’t get it that my youngest son, Michael, is addicted to Facebook. We’re on the Stella di Mare, cruising south on the Intracoastal, and he’s taking pictures and posting them for his Facebook pals.
Michael’s not exactly a kid. He’s in his mid-twenties, but like most of his generation, he’s connected. Since I’ve spent most of my life endeavoring to be un-connected, I’m clueless. I’m also trying to be nice, but seeing him on the sundeck, oblivious, his fingers tapping away, I’m getting pissed. I say to Victor, “What’s so interesting on Facebook?”