Blog Assignment #29: Facebook

Facebook is appropriately named, the social network. I like to call Facebook, the devourer. Because it devours our time. which is fine, because most of us don't have anything better to do than sit on Facebook, refreshing the page over and over only to see someones status as, "at the mall." Where they are semi-having a life, not fully, since they are on Facebook on their mobile phone/iPhone/Droid/Blackberry/iPad/. See where I'm getting at?

I can't diss it too much though, since I am one of these people. I have a shameful secret to go along with it as well. I love Facebook. I started out as most teens/pre-teens on the internet's now abandoned Amusement Park, MySpace. MySpace was cool, MySpace was fun. Taking note of my past tense form? I kind of liked it though, because it was really Your Space. Your favorite music, interests, backgrounds, cute little gif images you could use. If Facebook is limited to none of this, then why is it better?

Facebook is much easier to use. Much easier for mom's to see what exactly you commented or someone else commented on your wall, what photo your friends tagged you in. Woops. Yes, Facebook has been invaded by old people. Yet, we still use it. It's weird when you think about it. Sure, Facebook has plenty of fun addicting games that gives it another reason to be called the Devourer.

Farm Ville, Mafia Wars, Poke Pets, oh my! At least once if your Facebook lifetime, you will be reeled into one of these horrendous games. Spending hours waiting for your energy to charge back up, or from Don Black to send you a Guerilla pack. Of course, there are other games that may be actually fun, but if you notice, MySpace has this too. Another thing I guess I would say I like about Facebook, is the liking. I admit I have spent at least an hour and a half liking nearly everything that comes across my path.
Facebook-2. MySpace-4.

I honestly have no real fact why people enjoy Facebook. Maybe it's the accessibility, I don't know. But it's sad, because, I loved all the things MySpace had to offer for when people come and see my profile. I liked that a screamo song scaring the heck out of you would come on when you came to comment. I loved all of this. But, now I am a cult member of Facebook. And it breaks my heart to say, I like it better. I'm sorry MySpace. Although you may have outnumbered Facebook with all your cool gadgets and gizmo's, Facebook wins.

I did forget to mention that MySpace is virtually unsafe. But, who doesn't like creepy random people you have never met before messaging you about your picture or commenting on your page? Well, most of us. At least it's flattering. Maybe a little frightening as well. So, if MySpace was as safe as Facebook, maybe it wouldn't be treated so badly. Sorry MySpace, you're not my type. It's not me, it's you.