Donuts and Castor Oil

See No Evil

Tell Me When It’s Over

I’ve been thinking long and hard about my virtual footie-print…

Ok, that’s a lie; I’ve been procrastinating hard and thinking a little, mostly about shoes, the Carrie Cosmo, and strawberry Pop Tarts).

… like what the hell should I do with this space, for starters. I started it with the idea of pulling together my various bits and pieces and having an easy way to share them. Mission accomplished, I think.

But it’s time to focus.

Like a lot of other people, I have virtual fingers in The Big Three Pies of social media:

  • Pinterest! (Look At This!)
  • Facebook! (Look At Me!)
  • Twitter! (Squirrel!)

I had a little convo going on Twitter about The Big Three. I compared them to Freud’s concept of Id, Ego, and Superego. But I’m probably over-thinking it.
(Ya think?)

Facebook: I share the least about myself here. You’ll get a good beat on some of my interests, but I rarely say anything about myself, to say nothing of hopes, dreams, or struggles. God. No. On the rare occasion that I do share some of my insides, they don’t really generate that much conversation. So what’s the point?

Twitter: Brain waves, pure and simple. But I’ve experienced the best conversations here and have made meaningful connections with writers in India, France, and artists in Austin, London, and San Francisco.

Pinterest: The Cherokee in me recognizes that I’m giving my soul away. Pinterest says the most about me. If you look closely, you can know me. The pictures are my personal hieroglyphics. Damn it! I’m also one of the only women not sharing wedding tips.

Mirror, mirror on the wall… say, where did you get that cookie recipe?

And then I started thinking about what information I was consuming, particularly on Facebook.That’s when it got scary.

“High Fructose Corn Syrup. GMO Corn. Amateurs.” Mark Zuckerberg*
* Zuckerberg didn’t actually say this. But he’s probably thinking it.**

** I don’t know if he’s thinking it. You can’t prove that in court.

I can sum up Facebook in less than 140 characters: it’s either donuts or castor oil.

“Mmmm… donuts.” Homer Simpson

Kitten videos. Astronomy. Literature. The awesomeness of nature. Anything by Colossal. All good. All fun. Very Krispy Kreme. Tasty when fresh. Open all night. Illuminating, frequently. Hilarious, sometimes.

Politics. Religion. Vague status updates. Passive-aggressive salvos. Most of it is like sour cotton candy* — ephemeral, yet somehow leaving a lingering bad taste.

* Unless it’s lemon spun sugar. Why hasn’t anyone tried making a lemonheads version of cotton candy? Maybe it could be my Snuggie!

So, why do I keep eating it?

3 thoughts on “Donuts and Castor Oil

  1. Facebook is not my favorite, but it’s the outlet most of my friends use. If I want to keep up with them, I gotta go to FB. I’ve been taking a little FB vacation, though. The political arguments between friends are stressing me out.

    • Thanks, Katie! That about sums the 3 up. I think I will be investing any virtual energy and time, which actually ends up being real, actual, tangible energy and time, to my site and work, and keeping Twitter and Pinterest.

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