I’ve been a member of Facebook for a few months now; I joined at the request of a friend and because all of my MySpace friends migrated. But I like MySpace better.
My, my, my, Facebook is amazingly intrusive. Since joining, I’ve been bombarded with numerous silly requests from my Facebook friends to accept Easter Hugs and Valentine Kisses and Lucky Charms (for St. Paddy’s Day) and the like, all of which I’ve ignored. There have also been numerous invitations for me to take “quizzes.” I took the one I couldn’t resist, the ”Which Crazy Bitch are You?” quiz, only to find out that I’m Sinead O’Connor. Please. 
It’s somewhat fun to keep up with the goings-on of some of the folks you know via pictures they post and their daily “tag-lines.” But be aware that others can see the comments that you make on your own page and the pages of your friends, too. Also, it’s a simple matter to copy and paste and send anything posted on the site to anybody that you want to. And I wouldn’t trust the email, either.
So to all those people out there who might be, say, office managers, or teachers, or even just ordinary housewives, Facebook is not really the best place to trash your boss, to degrade your students, or to engage in group cybersex. You never know who might be “listening.”
