To us old folks, a friendship was something you built, nur- tured and cherished. The word “friends” is in quotes back there because Face- book has changed the meaning of the word “friends.” Actually, Facebook has taken the mean- ing right out of it. Isn’t that marvelous? Not the throw ing up, of course, but the technology. Or, Ed just bought peaches at the farm- ers’ market. It also affor ds the opportuni ty to, if you desire, tell your hun- dreds of “friends ” every single thing you do as you are doing it. Of love … whether or not you’ve an- nounced it to your partner first. It’s also a useful tool for announcing to most everyone you know, and many you don’t, that you’ve just fallen in or, more often, It allows us to do some- thing mankind has shied away from throughout all of his exist- ence: bare our soul to the entire world. Anyway, Facebook is the preemin ent example of the phenome non known as social media. Wish I could say the same about all the ones in between. For the record, I have never had a single problem with any woman over 60 … or under 6. I suspect many of you have no idea what Facebook is. But before getting into all of that, I think I need to back up a bit for the sake of my most loyal readers – you sweet little old ladies who stop me in the supermarket and tell me how much you love me.
And they are all now my “friends.” There’s nothing evil or mali- cious about this. But apparen tly hun- dreds of people have.
The Facebook page bearing my name – and photo – was created by someone else. On Face- book and guess what? It’ s still not me.
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