I’ve had this post created in my head for weeks now, but I was always unable to get thoughts down on paper (or in WordPress, if you will) in a cohesive manner. Because of recent events, I revisited the idea of Facebook etiquette and thought I would comment on a few things I have noticed happening around me.
A decision to hit the unfriend button really tore me apart these past few weeks. While I was in Ireland I knew it was necessary to sever all ties with an ex once and for all which meant deleting everyone in Facebook who was related or in some way affiliated with him. Yes, a bit extreme, but embarking on a new chapter meant finally cutting ties to the old. And though I hemmed and hawed about it for longer than was probably necessary, I hovered over the “unfriend” button for a close acquaintance who has not only helped me heal from the hurt of my former relationship, but facilitated a relationship with the new.
It tore me apart, to be honest. I love the girl to pieces. But I also felt I needed to keep a distance, which was not possible whenever photos appeared in my feed or reminders came in like whispers in the dark (Mumford reference–that song has been stuck in my head for hours now).
Fast forward to about a week ago when I uploaded photos of my Ireland vacation. Without any kind of provocation, a fight ensued on my Facebook wall about what, God only knows.
A few days later, I uploaded a Huffington Post article containing photos of an adorable little girl posed as Snow White and her beloved pit bull as her Prince Charming.
Then all kinds of hell broke loose.
I was deemed a pit bull apologizer and the breed itself was called a slew of names I won’t mention here. But… that was never the point. I like things that are pretty and cute and sparkly and furry. My Facebook posts tend to fall under one of those categories. And cute girl with pit bull? Cute AND furry.
My problem is this: regardless of how you feel on an issue (and lord knows I’m opinionated myself), I don’t think Facebook is the place to air your grievances UNLESS the topic is open for discussion. I defend our right to free speech, but I don’t think standing on a soapbox and forcing your unsolicited opinions to the public is an effective way to make your case.
I gave up eating meat in 1997. Never once would I step inside a Burger King or a McD’s with a “MEAT IS MURDER” sign pasted to my chest. Because it’s MY decision and MY belief. I understand and RESPECT that not everyone will feel the same way.
You want to have an open and productive discussion? Ask me to get a drink; I’m all ears. But do not vent your shit on my Facebook wall. Not now, not ever.
Have you ever had this happen to you? How did you respond?