Facebook was initially for those who didn’t need LOL and BRB explained, so I was surprised to learn that friends familiar with the letters, "AARP," were signing up and posting what they're doing. "Like what?" I asked? "I just took my Lipitor and am getting into bed?"
I joined, but I did it the way you join a gym you'll never use. I get invitations from other members to be their Facebook friend and I agree though the point eludes me, as does the entire site. I use it only to play a version of Scrabble with two friends who also don’t value their time. Facebook is certainly no E-bay; none of my Facebook friends has ever offered me a good price on slightly used boots. Maybe I'll appreciate having an online community of friends if the day comes when I'm in need of an organ donor.
Last night a friend was justifying Facebook to his wife, saying it allows him to touch base with an Italian relative, among others, that's less intimate than e-mailing privately. I interpreted it as post-modern promiscuity. His wife remained negative about his being on Facebook, so intensely that I asked if she might be planning to go home and register with Match.com.