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Facebook Is My Hero: Using Social Media To Keep In Touch With My Tween

Some aspects of growing up are actually beneficial to kids.  And maybe even their parents.

I recently relented to Robespierre's relentless hectoring for a Facebook page.  I exacted my pound of flesh before surrendering: he had to friend me and never delete me, and he had to read Fahrenheit 451 and To Kill a Mockingbird first.  Since I'd been hocking him to read both books I reasoned that I was getting a deal, but I also dreaded how much time and intellect would now be wasted online instead of being applied to anything more challenging than Calvin and Hobbes.

He's been on Facebook for two weeks (don't try to friend him -- he's only allowed to friend people he knows, and yes, I do monitor).  So far he has 110 friends, as compared to my paltry 34 (not that my friends are paltry; it's just that my friends list is a bit spare).  I can see when he's on, when he's active, when he's fooling around while he should be doing homework.  I can see his interests (FarmVille, a marginally adorable game with winsome sheep and ugly ducklings where he proudly raises pineapples, artichokes and other foods he'd never touch in real life); his friends; and the seemingly endless supply of quizzes and surveys he tries every day (How Fast Can You Type? What's Your Horoscope?  What's Your Indian Name?  Which South Park Character Are You?  Who's Your Enemy of the Day?)

I was right, of course: time is being spent on Facebook.  But to my surprise I don't consider the time wasted, at least not yet. 

Turns out Robey is also using Facebook to talk about... stuff.  Facebook lets him seek advice from his classmates, from camp friends, grownup friends, and family, and sometimes even from me.

I'm not going to divulge what's on my boy's mind.  Suffice it to say his anxiety has to do with adolescing, with issues like: "Why are all my friends developing acne and I don't have it?"  or "Why do my teeth have to be so straight and perfect?"  along with "Why am I so attractive to girls all of a sudden?" and "Why do I have to be such a ridiculously good dancer?"

Last week, after we'd spoken personally for nearly an hour about a personal issue causing him personal angst, I headed for my office computer and Robey retreated to his room, which is adjacent to my office, to hang out with his laptop.  Seeing that my Facebook was open, he pinged me:

"give me advice. what do you think i should do"

I looked around the room to see if he might be talking to someone else but I was the only one there.

"are you asking me?"  I inquired.

"ya" he answered (evidently in Facebookspeak, either you must abbreviate everything or you aren't quite sure how to spell "yeah").

So I answered.  And he replied.  And I responded. And he countered.  We pinged back and forth for thirty minutes and nearly a thousand words, give or take a few of these: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! some of this: ??????????????????? and a bunch of these: xoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

At one point, as we were going strong and making a lot of progress in pinning down his problem and identifying possible solutions, he hollered from next door: "Why are we doing this on Facebook?  I can hear you typing."

I answered that it can be difficult to have a serious discussion if you're looking someone in the face; that sometimes it's easier to unload if you have some degree of separation.

Did we solve the problem that night?  Did we make unanticipated progress and take our relationship to a new level?  What do you think?

Funny -- this situation reminds me why I was the only mom of my generation who actually liked Barney.  Now, I didn't like that big, ugly, purple creepy pile of polyester on his own merits.  But whenever that nauseating I Love You, You Love Me song started (if it's running through your head now, I'm terribly sorry.  Here -- let me see if I can help.  Sugar... Oh, Honey Honey... You are my candy girl... and you got me wantin' you...  Is that better?) Robey would leap into my lap and give out copious kisses and hugs.  This is the same kind of thing.  I think I might like Facebook even more than I did before.  I think Facebook might just be my new best friend.

Do you appreciate Facebook the way I do?

I'm Back To Twittering

Rediscovering Twitter

And here's why: I'm an indecisive hypocrite I finally figured out how to use it without making myself want to gouge out my own eyes with a melon baller.

Here's the secret: 

I don't have to read anyone else's tweets.

I can tweet and tweet and tweet.  My tweets can be witty, or twitty, or pithy, or twithy, or informative, or mind-bendingly hilarious, and I'll be so enticing, so alluring, that I won't have to read or follow anyone else's in order to gain fans.

You know how William Shatner has 11,843 followers, one of whom is once again The Bloggess, but he follows only 11?  Or how Demi Moore Mrs. Kutcher follows only 109 Twitterers but has 1,894,424 stalkers fans?  Or how Jimmy Fallon has 1,874,605 followers, but follows only 130?

Just like that.

Have you ever changed your mind?

I'm A Twitter Quitter

It didn't take long.  One of my goals for 2009 was to learn to use Twitter to promote FeeFiFoto.  I joined in January, and unjoined today.  What went wrong?  I "followed" lots of people, but I could never quite figure out exactly what I was following, or why I should care.  I kept coming into conversations already in progress, and it made me feel the way I used to feel when I picked up my grandparents' party line in the middle of someone else's conversation.

For the moment I've returned to the basics to promote my blog and my site: finding and commenting on well written and insightful blogs.  To date, I have 163 subscriptions in my reader.

Entrecard, stop snickering.  You might be next.

PS: can anyone tell me why Spellcheck didn't flag the error when I typed "subsxriptions"?

Multitasking

I can click the remote with my left hand and the mouse with my right, watch the Academy Awards with my left eye:

 

and navigate Entrecard with my right:

Come On Baby -- Let's Do The Twitter

Using Twitter and other social media to drive traffic to your blog

Julie Pippert uses her words entertainingly to lament the fact that she has very little idea how to use social media and why she should try it anyway:

"I went to the Got Social Media? conference yesterday. Some of the best and brightest were there, and some of the even better and brighter presented. It was an interesting conference, full of good-to-know information, new concepts, attention-capturing speakers, and excellent networking.

So why, after it is over, do I still say I haven't Got Social Media? ...

Each earnest and dedicated social media person tried to explain to me---in the two minutes or less that you can get one-on-one in a crowded room of very social people---how they used social media. The problem is that their explanations were all predicated on the assumption that I knew what social media was. I have a vague idea...

However, beyond, say, Twitter, I'm unaware of the tools, how they work, how to use them, and most importantly, why to use them. I have ethical questions and fear factors, and am obstinate against too much technology that gets in the way of human to human direct interaction...

Building a social media network sounds suspiciously extremely time-consuming, as does maintaining it. It sounds great, but I still don't get it or how I will be able to incorporate it into my business."