{"id":692,"date":"2008-04-22T21:07:29","date_gmt":"2008-04-22T11:07:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.msnaughty.com\/blog\/?p=692"},"modified":"2008-04-22T21:07:29","modified_gmt":"2008-04-22T11:07:29","slug":"the-real-me-signed-up-for-facebook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/msnaughty.com\/blog\/2008\/04\/22\/the-real-me-signed-up-for-facebook\/","title":{"rendered":"The Real Me Signed Up For Facebook"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’d been avoiding Facebook after I tried to join as Ms Naughty last year and it wouldn’t let me. It kept demanding a real name. And then I read about all the privacy issues<\/a> and how you can’t ever delete your account. So I wasn’t keen.<\/p>\n

But then an old friend encouraged me and I thought… OK, I’ll just do it a little bit.<\/p>\n

And now I’ve lost hours searching for old uni friends and people I used to know. On Facebook I’m myself, real name, photo, everything. And it’s kind of weird. Now I have to maintain an online profile of the real me, not the porn me, but that’s kind of cool. I’ve found all these people I used to know, been reminded of real-life connections and developed an urge to have a reunion.<\/p>\n

And now I’ve got this nervous tension. I can’t list my official occupation on Facebook. I can’t say what I really do for a living. I’m happy to tell people face-to-face but I’m not going to out myself in such an obvious way on the net.<\/p>\n

And no way am I going to indulge in the various plugins Facebook has to offer. For a start, the bastards want to know what colour your pubes are, and secondly… it’s a big fucking waste of time. While I’m glad to have joined in, I really don’t want to get caught up in the sort of site where it’s important to do the Dr Phil quiz or find out “what 80s song are you?”<\/p>\n

I KNOW what 80s song I am, thank you very much. It’s Beat It. (No, wait. It’s Moonlight Shadow. No, it’s Ship of Fools… no… hang on… It’s anything by Sting…)<\/p>\n

I will say this. Facebook looks better than MySpace. Not by much, but a little bit. And it does feel a little bit useful, although I suspect that usefulness will fade once I’ve had a chat to all my old friends.<\/p>\n

I guess that if you’re desperate to know the real me, you can find out easily enough. But for now I’ll do my best to remain Ms Naughty. I sound so much more fabulous and mysterious that way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’d been avoiding Facebook after I tried to join as Ms Naughty last year and it wouldn’t let me. It kept demanding a real name. And then I read about all the privacy issues and how you can’t ever delete your account. So I wasn’t keen. But then an old friend encouraged me and I thought… OK, I’ll just do it a little bit. And now I’ve lost hours searching Read More …<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[296],"class_list":["post-692","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ramblings","tag-facebook"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t