Until recently I had been a cynical voyeur on Facebook. I never posted anything, but took pleasure in mocking, as Meghan Daum so accurately describes it, the self-promoting of my "friends." But then there was that flattering picture of me in Tijuana with my son, the one where I looked pretty young, and so, you know, just for the hell of it....
Well, the "likes" and compliments streamed in, and I responded with predictable self-deprecation: "The lens was blurred, but thanks!" For a second I smiled. But in the end, the experience was, as Daum suggests, empty.
Indeed, after reading Daum's column, I have to say that I "unlike" me, I really "unlike" me.
Solana Beach, Calif.
My husband and I were connected to Facebook by our goddaughter a few weeks ago. A time-sucking vortex indeed.
Daum is right and wrong. A guest of mine posted a picture of a salad I served, which got more buzz than some of our (brag) acclaimed art. Dumbfounding!