I remember the exact time and place when my friend mentioned she had been whiling away her morning on Facebook, catching up with old school mates and reminiscing.
“What’s Facebook?” I innocently enquired (don’t mock, I was a mother with 3 children under 7 and a head full of Cbeebies).
“Oh it’s fab” she said “You really must check it out”.
And so I did. That very day back in 2007. Yes, yes, I know that I was about 3 years late to the party.
Who can actually remember the days B.F. (Before Facebook)?
A life when anonymity was a very real possibility; when we couldn’t delve into the past to discover who our first boyfriend actually ended up with. And we had to telephone friends to arrange a catch-up. Remember those hedonistic days?
Nope. I don’t either.
Well for the sake of my children and anyone born after 1990, I thought it was about time that we had a little look back. This my friends, is what life was like in the
good old days dark ages….
- We actually sent birthday cards. Real life ones. In the post. Using a stamp and everything.
- When on holiday, we would buy a postcard, write on it (by hand) and send it to our nearest and dearest, just to let them know that we were ok.
- On retuning from said holiday, we would print out photographs. Actual, hold-in-your-hand photographs. We would even put them into albums – the kind that you line up on the bookshelf.
- No one felt compelled to look at these photographs. Especially not people who barely knew us, or anyone featuring in them.
- The telephone was not a nuisance, it was a lifeline. We would spend hours and hours talking on the phone with friends. In a private conversation.
- We couldn’t care less about the people who never really liked us when we were at school. The past really did stay in the past.
- We had no idea what anyone else was doing on Sunday afternoon. We couldn’t care less what they were eating for tea on Tuesday night. And we really did not want to know what colour pants they were wearing.
- Our bathrooms got cleaned on a weekly basis. Honestly they did.
- Secrets were a very real possibility. As were sickies….
- We were blissfully unaware of not being invited to THAT social event.
- We did love our daughters, mothers, brothers and Auntie Fanny down the road….we just didn’t need to share a badge in order to prove it.
Is it coming back to you now?
Despite all of this and the very fact that sometimes I hate Facebook with a passion, I don’t think that I will be deleting my account anytime soon. We’ve become quite accustomed to one another over the last 9 years. Besides, I know you would all miss my cute puppy dog spam/apres-ski snaps/daily updates on life chez nous.