Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts

Monday, July 26, 2010

Disconnecting from the social network



Last week, Facebook announced it hit the 500 million user mark, meaning one in 14 people world-wide use the social networking site.

I didn’t read this piece of news on Facebook. Instead, I read it on a newspaper website. For more than six weeks, I've been living a Facebook-free life. Other than dear husband and a close childhood friend, I don’t know many Facebook-free people. But we are out there. And as an ex-Facebooker, I feel free.

Three months ago, I blogged about making a Facebook compromise. I closed down my big Facebook account in favour of creating a much smaller account for family and friends. But the old Facebook addiction beast soon reared its ugly digital head. I had to block everyone from my news feed so I wouldn’t be addicted to my news feed anymore. But after a month I started wondering what was the point of having a smaller account? I was still checking my account frequently to see if people commented on my status, sent me a message, commented on my photos or my posts. I was addicted to the instant gratification of the comments of my friends. Things hadn’t changed, despite having a smaller account.

Seven weeks ago today, I announced to all my friends and family I was leaving Facebook once and for all and they could reach me by good ol’ telephone or email. Four days later I shut down my accounts. It was easier than I thought it would be. It only took three days before I was fully enjoying a Facebook-free life.

Like I’ve said before, Facebook doesn’t it make it easy to leave. You have to submit a request to Facebook to permanently delete your account, and which takes two weeks to process. In my case it was two accounts. Ironically, I had to reactivate my old account to ask Facebook to delete it.

Leaving Facebook isn't for everyone. At first, I wondered if I could do it as I had invested three years living my life, in part, on Facebook. But after I hit the delete button, I've been loving my new Facebook-free life. Life seems simpler. No status to update. No photos to post. No items to comment on. I had forgotten what life was like before Facebook. And I like it.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Becoming a semi-digital social networking dropout




Currently my relationship with Facebook can be filed under the it's complicated category.

Even I, a prolific status updater and Facebook addict, reached the breaking point and decided it was time to leave. I deactivated my account on the weekend. However, I am addicted and going cold turkey didn't exactly work out.

Social networking is a double edged sword. I find myself wasting time, browsing through the news feed, checking up on "friends" that I've not talked to since catching up more than two years ago and posting witty, but mundane status updates. Who really cares that I've just finished the first of many loads of laundry and the laundry cycle never seems to end? or making meatloaf for dinner?

I realize people use Facebook as a medium to connect with friends and family. Email? As if! Writing emails is a dying art. People post messages on friend's walls, sends them virtual gifts, comment on photos or send messages through Facebook. Who has time for email these days?

Lately, I'd find myself checking Facebook up to 15 times a day. While I wasn't on it for very long, I'd take the time to login in, browse the news feed, update my status if I wanted and log out. And then check it 15 minutes later. Oh, I've tried to curb my Facebook usage, but it doesn't work.

I've been thinking of leaving Facebook for the last three weeks. It has come clear over the last month or two I need to start living life in real-time, not on Facebook. I'm not alone. I came across this article on the Globe and Mail about how people are ditching the social networking site and becoming digital dropouts. On Saturday afternoon, I deactivated my account. Immediately, I started to have second thoughts. One of the reasons I stay on Facebook is to post photos of darling daughter. Dear husband's family lives on the other side of the country. Unfortunately, due to the distance, they will likely only see her grow up through photos. And I will only see my nephews and nieces grow up through photos as well.

One could argue that I could have created a Flickr account to share my photos with family and friends. But really, who is going to check it? As one friend pointed out to me, it is just one more site to check. Since everyone in my life is on Facebook, it didn't make sense to leave completely.

Facebook doesn't make it easy for users to leave its site. Deactivating my account means that my Facebook friends don't have access to my profile. Every status update, comment and photo still exists as I can reactivate my account at any time by signing in. So really, all I've done is logged out. I am looking into how I can completely delete my previous account.

So I made a compromise. I created a new account under a new name that is strictly for family so they can have access to photos of darling daughter. While I've always had somewhat strict privacy settings, I've buckled down and tightened the privacy controls on my new account. Yesterday, I noticed I was checking Facebook several times during the day, wanting to know what people were up to through their statuses. I realize that the news feed fuels my addiction so I took the extreme measure of hiding everyone profile from my news feed. Honestly, I do care what people are up to, but there is no point of having a new Facebook account if I'm going to fall into my old Facebook-addicting behaviour. If there are no status updates, then there is no reason for me to be constantly checking my account throughout the day.

I've also set out some guidelines for myself which include curbing updating my status. Unless I've got something meaningful to say or share, (and making meatloaf for dinner doesn't count) then my family won't be seeing any status updates. My virtual self will attempt to live out a quiet and simple existence on Facebook.

I miss my old Facebook friends. I really do. I miss reading their status updates, browsing through their photos and laughing at their comments and posts. But I need to curb my addiction. And if becoming a semi-digital social networking dropout is what I need to do, then I'll do it. If you need to reach me, reach me through email. It is a dying art that I hope to get reacquainted with again.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Mixed messages and hypocrisy

I came across this article in the Toronto Star yesterday and I shook my head.

According to the story, British Columbia artist Kate Hansen posted three of her paintings depicting mothers nursing their babies on a Facebook group for portrait and figure artists on three different occasions. Three times the images disappeared. She received an email from the Facebook Team earlier this month, informing her the paintings had been removed because they violated the social networking site’s terms of use policy.

After making inquiries, the official response from Facebook to the Star is that the paintings were accidentally removed.

Sure. Whatever you say, Facebook.

This story doesn’t surprise me. In recent years, there have been stories about breastfeeding photos being deleted from Facebook. And it isn’t only Facebook. Around the time darling daughter was born, a furor broke out in British Columbia when a breastfeeding mom was ushered into a changing room at a H&M store in Vancouver after she attempted to breastfeed her two month old child in the store. At the time of the incident, employees told the mom it was store policy as breastfeeding may offend customers. In the end, the store backed down, claiming no such policy existed.

We live in a world where we don’t want to offend anyone. We also live in a highly sexualized world where sex sells everything from clothes to cars. We don’t blink twice when we see scantily clad women plastered on billboards, on magazine covers or their flashed on television. But our sensibilities are offended when a mother tries to breastfeed her baby in public or posts breastfeeding photos or paintings on Facebook.

Are you freaking kidding me?

While many will argue that women need to be discreet when nursing in public or use nursing rooms, this is hypocrisy at its finest. A woman is using her breasts what they are intended to do: to feed her child. Society views breasts as sexual toys, rather than life saving devices. To say to a woman she should covers up or go to a nursing room is sending the message that her breasts are offensive and to breastfeed her child in public will possibly offend others.

A recent U.S. study revealed that hundreds of lives could be saved as well as billion of dollars in medical costs if all American women were to exclusively breastfeed their children to six months of age. According to the study, 12 per cent of infants in the U.S. are exclusively breastfed to six months of age.

One of the lead authors of the study stated that women shouldn’t be blamed for low breastfeeding rates as they are not adequately supported from the time their babies are born.

Very true. To be honest, I am not sure what the breastfeeding rates are in Canada. According to a Statistics Canada study released in 2007, the extension of maternity leave from six months to one year resulted in breastfeeding targets recommended by public health agencies have been met.

However, the study also revealed that women weren’t more likely to initiate breastfeeding or attempt breastfeeding due to extended leave entitlements. But extended leave did result in women breastfeeding longer.

I’ve been giving breastfeeding some thought after reading this thought provoking post written by a blogger I follow. Then I started thinking: what is causing low breastfeeding rates? And I came up with some conclusions based on my own personal experience.

Firstly, women don’t adequate support. We are told breast is best, but often we are left on our own to figure out how to do something that we’ve been told that is natural. You may have one nurse tell you one thing, only to have another to tell you something else, resulting in confusing and conflicting information. I was able to access a breastfeeding program through the hospital I gave birth at. However, there were barriers. The program was only accessible to women who had given birth at the facility and they were only able to access it until their child was three weeks old. There was also a financial barrier as it cost $13 a visit to park in the parking lot.

Secondly, women need a stronger support system. Unless you know other moms who are or have breastfed, you may find yourself alone. I know I was. I did get support from a friend living in the U.S. Neither my mother or my grandmother breastfed. In my grandmother’s day, women were encouraged to formula feed their child as the reasoning by doctors was that you knew exactly how baby was consuming. I couldn’t rely on the experiences of my mother or grandmother because they had none to give me.

Thirdly, society needs to change its attitude when it comes to breasts. We are told that breast is best. But then we are told, in subtle ways, that breastfeeding in public is something that needs to be done discretely or avoided all together. God forbid if you whip out your boob to feed your child while sitting on a mall bench and offend someone in the process. The way Facebook treats breastfeeding photos and images is a reflection how society views women and their anatomy. Why is it okay for Heidi Montag to show off the results of her new breast augmentation surgery on the cover of People Magazine, but images of nursing mothers and their babies are deleted from Facebook? Women shouldn’t feel like they need to hide in their homes or in a changing room store to breastfeed. I have used nursing rooms. They are wonderful things. But sometimes nursing rooms aren’t all that convenient, especially if you have a hungry infant on your hands and the nursing room is two floors up from where you are shopping. I’ve breastfed in public, and sometimes I wasn’t all that discreet as darling daughter would knock off the blanket covering her. And I always found those breastfeeding cover to be a pain and awkward to use. So I gave up and stopped worrying if I was offending someone when I was breastfeeding in public.

I believe time will change this. But time takes time. Hopefully this will won’t be an issue when my own daughter reaches her childbearing years.