Facebook killed my blog. I’m sure I’ve said this before. But it’s positively true. Where else but Facebook can I be so narcissistic, so often, and so easily? I have to actually work for my narcissism in a blog post. And now that we have 250-character-limit Twitter posts, Facebook status updates can feel like Big Time Essay Writing.
More than FB though, there’s something else killing my writing. Before I worked a full time job, which is funny because for me that was in academia which is actually two or three full time jobs put together, I had more creative energy for blogging. Maybe it was that I wasn’t required to spend 11 hours a day preparing for and being at work. Maybe it was because I loved my academic subject matter and often blogged about it. After all, you blog about what you do, right?
And I’m not even talking about the conundrum offered by workplace social marketing, where my personal blog posts could also be perceived professional. In social media, there is really no distinction between the two. i.e. no blogging about the workplace without a layer of codes and pseudonyms I can’t possibly have the patience for.
I’m talking more about the conundrum offered by social media itself — that before tweeting and poking the people who read my blog were other sociologists, other feminists, other parents, other bloggers. People who shared a common subject matter. Now they are anyone lucky enough to be accepted as my friend. Fourth grade acquaintances, friends of my parents that I knew growing up, my very-patient-in-the-1980s flute teacher (Hi Carlyn!) … well it’s just a different audience.
Of course that assumes that I link my blog to FB, but who am I kidding, of course I will! After all, this is yet another thing I do online that must tie back to Facebook.
I mean, have you noticed how EVERYTHING you do 0nline now leads back to Facebook? I read the news, if only to hope for the chance to share the link. I take pictures, awaiting the perfect capture to send up from my phone. And the most circular of all: I click on other people’s facebook links, just hoping to share their links on my own page! You can’t say you don’t do this. That Christine O’Donnell not-a-witch promo was too much not to go viral. And I did my part by sharing.
Then you say you’ll just quit Facebook. Puh-Shaw! We all have friends who post as their status update, “I’m leaving facebook – it’s not you, it’s me” … only to return in usually less than seven days. I mean really, you had to post a Facebook update about your disinterest in Facebook? Alrighty then. So I know I won’t be doing that.
So here I am, not blogging often enough for anyone to be following it. I know, because the only traffic to my blog are search engine traffic and links from my own Facebook wall. Facebook now serves as some pseudo-super-feed-reader. I suppose this guarantees at least some kind of audience. An audience of whoever happens to (a) be surfing FB at the moment I publish, (b) be a friend with current FB algorithms placing me on “top news” over “most recent” updates, and (c) decide they can handle actually reading more than the 250 character norm of a status update.
I promise my posts won’t be this long every time – Hell I may even link to another blog in the next post – but for now, you know: That’s how Marc with a C sees it.