The scuttlebutt from C-net this morning says that teens are beginning to get weary of Facebook…that it is getting too complicated and fraught with too much visibility for them to chatter comfortably.
I think this is so funny. Here’s a salient paragraph: SOURCE: http://news.cnet.com/8301-1023_3-57572154-93/why-teens-are-tiring-of-facebook/
For tweens and teens, Instagram — and, more recently, SnapChat, an app for sending photos and videos that appear and then disappear — is the opposite of Facebook: simple, seemingly secret, and fun. Around schools, kids treat these apps like pot, enjoyed in low-lit corners, and all for the undeniable pleasure and temporary fulfillment of feeling cool. Facebook, meanwhile, with its Harvard dormroom roots, now finds itself scrambling to keep up with the tastes of the youngest trendsetters — even as it has a foothold on millions of them since it now owns Instagram.
Teens have always lurked in corners with clandestine activities, and the “getting away with it” is more of the excitement than the content..be it drugs, sex, or exhibitionism. I’m old enough to remember sneaking up to “the balcony” in the local movie theater where teens could get away with “making out” . The activities done up in the balcony in those days were kissing, and a bit of petting. You could put your arm around your girlfriend, or kiss your boyfriend without it being spotted by someone’s parents.
I personally remember carrying a pair of high heels and a lipstick in a brown bag while ostensibly walking to school. I walked instead to the little railroad station, donned my high heels and lipstick in the restroom, and took the train into Philadelphia where I wowwed everyone there with my glamour. No one knew, I believed. Hm. If a neighbor saw me on the train and told my parents, my parents were wise enough not to mention it..but would have certainly mentioned it, if it had been done repeatedly. I blush to think of it.
But, here I am, a Facebook lurker (I only allow close friends), and my grown children’s entries are one of the delights of my life. I have grandchildren on Facebook, but I only link with one of them…he is approaching “middle age.” So..not exactly a teen.
I’m glad! Just as I am happy to eat in a sit-down restaurant where the floors don’t throb and people with sixteen pierced places on their faces don’t serve me hamburgers, I am sort of relieved that the teens are taking their trash-talk and quasi-porn selves to some other venue. I am sick of seeing faces of sweet little kids with their tongues hanging out and rude hand gestures. Let them do it behind the barn, or in SnapChat, which I didn’t click on, by the way. I have no idea what’s in that link in the quote above.
I do think that Zuckerberg is hedging his bets very smartly. He is buying a teen nightclub sort of place where all that adolescent behavior can be enjoyed away from the main house.
I love teens. God help them. Old Swimmer