In Steven Axelrod’s experience, not much good can come from logging onto Facebook.
So you think—hooray I’ve finally found my old friend, or better yet, my old flame … and they friended me! We’re back in touch, as if no time has passed, and all through the miracle of the internet! Of course you don’t think at that moment of all your other “Facebook friends,” many of whom you don’t even know and some of whom are actually groups or even institutions—the very definition of a “virtual” community, in other words, about as real as the Coliseum in Gladiator or Jar Jar Binks. There’s a story about George Lucas visting the gorgeous, massively elaborate exterior set of lower Manhattan that Scorcese designed for Gangs of New York and making some typically idiotic comment about how it was the last of its kind, soon to be replaced by the wonders of CGI—like the city planet in those unwatchable Star Wars sequels? I don’t think so. Welcome to the world of holograms. Well, Facebook is our emotional Coruscant—a CGI community … apart from the occasional note on the wall of someone you’ll probably be seeing in two hours anyway.
But it does serve one noble if demoralizing purpose: it gives us a sense of the huge intricate density and detail, the untouchable richness and complexity of another person’s life. It does this so elegantly … a few photographs (O my god, they have a kid??, Crap, do I look that old? How long have they lived in that huge house?), a few wall postings that refer to family trips and graduations, circles of friends over-lapping with other circles of friends like the Olympic logo, and you get the sense of it—like the pulsing halo of light above the hills that promises the still-invisible Las Vegas as you drive through the desert night.
So you sit back and think—did I really believe I could fit myself somehow into that humming sprawl? And could they fit into my own? A few novelty e-mails, check the box, and move on: you’re conscious but not connected. It turns out that information is inert—simple awareness (they’re still alive, they remember prom night, they got fat, they published that stupid book they could never finish) doesn’t generate much energy. They drop away again, and the search for new prodigal pals goes on.
A more accurate image might be that you start off thinking, This will be a fun ride on the tourist trolley of someone else’s life—a trip through Fantasyland on the Disneyworld train, licking a five dollar ice-cream cone and catching up.
But people’s lives are bullet trains not trolleys, and if you happen to place yourself on an adjacent track all you see is a glint in the distance, then a roar of passing metal, a blur of windows, a buffeting smear of velocity. Then it’s gone. There’s no way off your train, and no way into theirs. And most of all, no way around the dismal paradox at the heart of the metaphor: despite the apparent fact that you are hurtling off in opposite directions, you’re heading for the same terminal, faster every day.
Beter to glance at an old yearbook occasionally.
And leave it at that.
Originally appeared at Open Salon.
—Photo west.m/Flickr
Farce – a light, humorous play in which the plot depends upon a skillfully exploited situation rather than upon the development of character.
I have Farcebooked – but no more! P^)
Being a Twit also leads to farce!
Interesting perspective on the Facebook phenomenon, thanks for sharing that Steven. Actually, I think that your points are exactly WHY Facebook is so popular. It allows you to ‘connect’ with a lot of people without ever having to really open your life and share the ‘real’ with them. Let’s face it – most people don’t want 500 ‘real’ friends… there’s no time for that. But Facebook allows you to see what people you know are up to, share your life with people that are interested, and move on with your actual life. I think it serves a purpose – whether… Read more »
I’m not sure I agree. I have plenty of “friends” on facebook who I barely talk to. But its facebook that calls them friends, not me. I also have tonnes of addresses in gmail I may or may not ever use again, its much the same thing. As for the friends I do converse with, facebook is a wonderful tool which allows me to keep up with friends of mine who have emigrated, other friends who I’d never have the time to see, and dozens of other people with busy lives and jobs who its just too damned hard to… Read more »