This was the primary use to which I put Facebook for two years. And then it launched the photo feature - a miraculous online photo album where I could see all of my own pictures and also all the ones my friends took that they always forgot to e-mail to me. The photo feature has also had the promising side effect of ensuring that presidential elections 20 years hence will involve infinitely more salacious photographic evidence of ill-advised youthful decisions involving . It’s a wonderful world we live in - less than a century ago, many people didn’t even know FDR was in a wheelchair. By the 100-year anniversary of FDR’s election, we will have seen every trashy Halloween costume of both major candidates:
Reporter: Ms. Finkelwurst, do you recognize this photo of you at Halloween in 2007?
Candidate Finkelwurst: Candidly, I don’t think I’d recognize anything from that night.
Reporter 2: Ms. Finkelwurst, what was your thought process in deciding to dress up as a “sexy Finding Nemo fish”?
Candidate Finkelwurst: Well, Mr. Finkelwurst and I had just started dating and he mentioned that he really liked that mov...
Finkelwurst Chief of Staff: We’re out of time. Thank you all SO MUCH for coming today.
So that was and is clearly an amazing feature. On top of, of course, looking at the profiles of whoever was cute in my classes.
But no longer being an energetic youth full of too much free time and singleness, my use of Facebook has changed. Now, it consists of:
1) Using my phone to check in to places where I am at any given time
2) Posting pictures of food I am eating
3) Not getting Facebook messages people send me
I suspect the reason I do the first so often is that I’m so proud of actually going places when I do. I actually spend most of my time rotating between three places: work, my couch, and my bed. Go to work in the morning, leave and proceed directly to couch, then slowly drag myself off the couch on to the bed. Rinse and repeat.
So I get SO EXCITED when I am somewhere else I feel the need to notify all my friends, family, family friends, friends’ families, friends’ ex-boyfriends, ex-boyfriends’ friends, people I took an English seminar with once, people from two years ahead of me at law school, and a few former professors. Hey, look everyone! I don’t just live on my couch and get unhappy that my friends don’t have any funny new gchat statuses! I WENT SOMEWHERE! I BOUGHT SUSHI THERE!
Which leads into my second Facebook activity: posting pictures of food. I love food. Eating it, cooking it, awesome. It is also one of the few non-horribly-boring skills I have. No one wants to look at a really cool supply and demand graph I drew showing where a monopolist would set their price given a certain production function and a certain demand curve (leading to an easy derivation of the marginal revenue curve).
|Trust me, I've tried.|
But I feel like people might want to see when I made a really cool brunch:
|That is my real hand.|
And the third thing, well, Facebook, that’s not really my fault, is it?
So I suppose I use Facebook ultimately in bald attempts to attempt to convince people that I'm cooler than I am. Which hasn't changed that much since before I was a functional adult trying to impress the fellas in Econ 102(a).