Okay, let me break it down.
Someone once described Facebook as the gated community of social networks. That was especially true back in my day- I’ve been on Facebook since 2003! That’s almost seven years, bitches! Back then, it was a site catering exclusively to the Ivies and NYU, and boy did we feel special. Everyone in my little freshman dorm had a facebook, and that was when poking was novel, and not annoying. I’m sorry, Rutgers student? You want to go on Facebook? Well, I’m sorry, it’s just us and the Ivies chillin’ over here on Facebook. What’s that, Smith and Wellesley? Still think you’re better than us? Try getting on Facebook!
It was also much more novel then, because only certain e-mail addresses would work. That means you knew that when Peter Parker and Jesus Christ, both of whom are apparently NYU alums, show up as a potential friend, you know someone sacrificed their only chance at a REAL Facebook page. That’s dedication.
Obviously, eventually that changed, which was exciting in its own way; gradually your friends all over the country got let into the club. Eventually high schoolers were let in, and soon everyone was in. Then even people who don’t exist were in. My fake on-again-off-again boyfriend has one (add him, by the way, he’s very lonely). He’s even cheating on me with my friend Lisa’s pink Christmas tree, the trollop. But the exclusivity of facebook is still somewhat intact; for instance, there isn’t much people can see, least of which including those precious, precious pictures. Facebook is often used to track people down, figure out somewhat personal information about you, where you work, your phone number, what tree you’re in a relationship with. And this is why, if you send me a friend request on Facebook, I will not confirm you. I have something like nine hundred un-responded-to friend requests on Facebook right now. And I’m sorry I don’t reject you, either, but I do enjoy it when people come up behind me when I have my laptop and see that mass of friend requests. I enjoy tricking people into thinking I’m important.
So, really, it’s nothing personal. I do make exceptions, of course. Usually that exception is “Have I met this person?” If the answer is yes, consider us e-friends. If no, not so much. The only other exception I make is professional; are you interested in working with me? Do you live in the greater Los Angeles area? Do you go to USC? I found my fabulous bumper artist Erin that way. She contacted me asking if I wanted to borrow her pet bird (no, really) for a review of Paulie, or if I was interested in her doing bumper art, like Doug and Lewis do. I replied no on both counts, but I was interested in a designer for my short film last semester. We worked together on that, and eventually I decided that a bumper artist wouldn’t be a bad thing to have. She does bumper art for me, and we’re also collaborating on a documentary pitch. Collaboration- it’s the lubricant of the arts!
I have a MySpace as well, and I’ve met people through that as well who wanted me to do freelance work for them. So if you want to be my “friend” on a social networking site, go there. I have pictures from my old life and hair colors and everything! I’m also much more likely to respond to messages on MySpace than I am on Facebook. But if I don’t respond to messages on either, again, it’s nothing personal or me being catty. What probably happened is I read it, intended to respond, and just plain old forgot. That’s more or less how I racked up those nine hundred-odd friend requests. As evidenced by the fact that I keep losing my bowtie, I’m a rather absent-minded person.
But the reason I keep pimping my Twitter at the end of my videos is because that’s how I like to communicate with people; the boundaries are very controllable, doesn’t have any of that personal information or unhandy photos that you don’t know if x is going to tag you. Plus, I actually get to read and respond to what people say without having to add the caveat, “Sorry, I don’t add people I don’t know.” Some people on Facebook get weirdly persistant. But the thing to remember in my case, or anyone’s, is simply this; don’t be weird. Understand that this point in my life is the busiest I’ve ever been, and I have to keep up with this masters program while putting out a Nostalgia Chick video every two weeks. Right, that’s another thing; I have to do it every two weeks, on a deadline, whether I have a brilliant idea or not.
I like talking to people, but I don’t like being fixated on (this is also why I don’t go to my TGWTG forum anymore). So, I apologize if I don’t get back to some of you. No excuse other than the fact that I’ve got a lot on my plate. Plus, some of you are weird.