A few months ago I found myself lunching in midtown Manhattan at the Mario Battali of Greek Food: Anthos (pass if you’re an Atkinser, as a life without the Anthos olive bread and desert melange is a life unlived).
I was enjoying the sumptous fare with a former colleague who has gone on to great and interesting things. I am Gen X; she, Gen Y. Thus she has, over the years, done me the kindly service of acting as my digital sherpa, leading me to all things webby, un-analog, and au courant.
“You’ve got to get on Facebook,” she urged me.
And so I did. And I am.
The things is—though I’m loath to admit it—I still kind of don’t get it. I thought Facebook would help me with my work. But so far it’s only creating more work.
It has also created something of a social media deluge in my inbox. “I’ve added you as a friend on StumbleUpon,” went one recent missive.” Beckoned another, “Join Kiva.org!” Then came the onslaught from Facebookers themselves: “Join the Campaign to lose the mandatory “is” from status updates!”
So far all the social-media come-ons are amounting to more digital clutter. A giant time suck.
Is it just me? Help!
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