STEPH DEROSA: FACING FACEBOOK >>>
My MySpace page is in existence purely for Tacoma. It’s where I keep tabs on all the local music, bars, restaurants, and events. My friends? Yeah, they’re on there. Some of them are, at least. I keep in touch with the friends I want to keep in touch with through other means besides MySpace. I think sending MySpace messages when you know me well enough to have my phone number is extremely “high school.†Hell, even Chris from The Red Hot is not shy about calling me with the latest beer scoop.
And then there’s Facebook. I resisted this cyberworld for a looooooong time. I honestly don’t have time for another unnecessary distraction. And from what I’ve seen, Facebook is stalkerazi city. Something’s seriously wrong with a site that tells you every move your friends are making. EVERY MOVE. I was scared of anything I did being mis-interpreted or mis-read. Well, as you can see, I’ve clearly overcome that fear. Hell, I write a column involving public shitters for Christ’s sake.
This week I sat in my own bathroom and thought about Facebook. Check out my thoughts on the Weekly Volcano Web site.