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Phonebook - robert
April 27th, 2011
07:11 pm

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Phonebook
When I was in kindergarten, our teacher, Mrs. Landreth, created a class phonebook for us.  It listed every kid in the class along with their phone numbers, and every kid got a copy.  Well, this was very exciting.  Now, we could call each other!  The room erupted with the sounds of "I'll call you!" and "No, I'll call you!"  Everybody was making plans to call someone else, or perhaps several someones.  Nobody offered to call me, though, so, feeling left out, I desperately turned to the only other kid who hadn't been offered a phone call, which was Jimmy, a kid that nobody liked because he was stupid, and offered to call him.  Somehow, the fact that we hitherto could have simply asked each other for our phone numbers never occurred to us.

Well, naturally, when I got home, calling Jimmy was the last thing on my mind.  So when he inevitably called me to remind me that I had told him I'd call him, all I could say was, "Well, I didn't mean it" (give me a break, I was six).

This is what Facebook is.  Facebook is my kindergarten phone book.  But instead of a book, it's a web site.  And instead of a kindergarten class, it's everyone you've ever met in your entire life.  And instead of Jimmy, it's some random person you went to high school with.

Or, actually, it could be Jimmy.  I'm sure he would have shown up on my Facebook eventually if I hadn't bailed, even though I haven't seen him in 30 years.

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From:agate14
Date:April 30th, 2011 02:08 pm (UTC)
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When I got married, there was a lot of questioning as to whether I was going to change my last name. Was I going to give into patriarchal convention and change my entire identity based on some outdated system of nomenclature?
My response was generally something to the effect of "Hell yes!"
The luck of being born the gender in society that is expected to disappear and become completely untraceable?? I wasn't about to pass that up.
And that is what has made me so much more tolerant of Facebook than most people I know. I friended the people with whom I was currently in touch, and that was that. About two or three times per year someone who makes a concerted effort tracks me down, and we also become friends.
So, I'm thinking that in another couple of decades, when I've accumulated too many people, I might just change my name again. It turns out that it's both fun to change one's identity, and it really seems to throw most people off of the trail.

*Sno*

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