I just had to post a couple of clips from last night’s episode of The IT Crowd. It was a hilarious parody of social networking web sites; I think Facebook in particular. As some of you may already know, I am an ex-Facebook user. See a previous post on the topic.
I was not able to find the episode in its entirety, nor the embedded code. Here are a couple of teasers. Enjoy!
As an adult, I have always been somewhat slow to embrace technology or at least the forms that I felt encroached on my personal space. It took me forever to get a cell phone—even after my younger sister and mother had one. The thought of someone being able to reach me at all hours of the day concerned me. I must admit, I liked the degree of inaccessibility afforded by not having a phone strapped to my hip. But the question of personal safety living as a single woman took precedence over my desire to be Ms. Incognegro. And since acquiring the phone, I’d be hard-pressed to imagine my life without it.
While many of my friends were/are avid users of MySpace, I opted out. When I was younger, I was a member of the BlackPlanet world, however, my tenure there was short-lived after realizing the site was mostly frequented by young men trying to get laid.
So after much hesitation and at the encouragement of friends of course, I entered the realm of Facebook. I have been a member for about a year now. It was a good run but it’s now time to say good-bye. I enjoyed reconnecting with former friends from college and high school. However, the instant interconnectivity is more than my obscure heart can bear. There are some former acquaintances that I would rather not reconnect with. For the most part, I have kept in touch with the VIPs.
And the overzealous users determined to save every person who was a member of their graduating class as their friend, despite the fact that they didn’t say two words to you during the last two years of high school is yet another point of annoyance. Tack that onto the users with stealth investigative reporting skills avidly posting old embarrassing photographs and films of your likeness without the courtesy of even asking for your consent. Is there any question as to why I’m calling it quits? I have had enough. I can’t take a damn picture without wondering whether or not it’ll be on my friend’s page the very next day. My life or former life or even my so-called life for that matter needn’t be lived online for the viewing pleasure of the clicking masses of cyberspace. I’m not your entertainment.
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