I received over 200 greetings for my birthday on Facebook. I know, right? Wow!
Facebook makes it easy to send birthday greetings to those you are connected with by reminding you each day of a friend’s special day.
The thing is, the same thing that is making it easy to send greetings via a few clicks of the keyboard is also making it easy not to send greetings via the good old fashioned telephone. I suppose, for some people who are predisposed to withdrawing socially, it is also making it easier for them to become recluses.
Friends and family, the ones I maintain contact with in the real world, vs. my connections on social media, traditionally would call on my birthday.
One friend would always call and sing “Happy Birthday.” Another would always call me by 8 a.m. on my birthday, because she knew this was a tradition that my mother kept and she took up the baton after my mother died.
Privacy on the Internet has been a big topic in the media this week, as well as on social networking sites. Especially Facebook, where it seems there’s a new alert in a friend’s feed almost everyday about new ways the social media site is trying to make member information open to anyone.
I’m a pretty open person. As a writer, my name is in the public domain often and I’ve opened certain facts of our lives up in my book about my brother’s life, “No Immediate Threat: The story of an American Veteran,” as well as opening up a good portion of our lives here at Living Large. In addition, I’m a freelance writer whose office is also my home, so certain contact information has to be made public so clients can find me for jobs.
On my social media sites, I accept friend invitations from most people. However, it’s still disconcerting to me that social media sites are seemingly doing everything they can possibly do to slip out information to the general public that you think you’re only posting for your friends and fans.
Then there comes word of this site, spokeo.com, which lists an alarmingly amount of information about you, your home, job and salary.