My SIL should get some sort of commission from Facebook. She loves it and thinks I should love it, too. She talks of being able to follow her college-daughter's life via Facebook. She talks of reconnecting with her college friends. She talks of finding friends from waaaay back. She talks of the ease of chatting with all these people without having to call or text.
So I sign up. How cool to see my nieces' and nephew's pages . How cool to "spy" on them.
Then I try to connect with high school friends and I find only one, and I don't really want to reconnect with him.
Then I try to connect with college friends only to find that none of them have listed themselves under their maiden names. Hellooo! People I want to find?? I lost contact with you by the time you got married. Please remember that you had a life prior to marriage, and a name, too. I can't find you if I don't know your name.
And then there's the little issue of my mis-speaking the name of Facebook. So what if it came out, "My Face"? Unfortunately, my audience for the mis-speak consisted of Checkered and my teen-ager.