Daniel Gulati makes significant progress illustrating how Facebook destroys our will live:
Since our Facebook profiles are self-curated, users have a strong bias toward sharing positive milestones and avoid mentioning the more humdrum, negative parts of their lives. Accomplishments like, “Hey, I just got promoted!” or “Take a look at my new sports car,” trump sharing the intricacies of our daily commute or a life-shattering divorce. This creates an online culture of competition and comparison. One interviewee even remarked, “I’m pretty competitive by nature, so when my close friends post good news, I always try and one-up them.”
I agree. If one of my competing feudal lords builds a keep bigger than the one in my castle, I grow restless with envy, even though I have two golden chamber pots for every chamber maid.
However, there is a compounding effect present within this phenomenon which Gulati does not do enough to single out. Let’s assume that you have at least 200 Facebook friends, the “Mendoza Line” for basic social skills. Odds are that at least two or three of those friends will be on vacation at any given time, posting check-ins from rollercoasters or pictures atop tibetan mountains. Since these pictures are more interesting than your other friends complaining about their shitty days, they get more likes and comments and are promoted by Facebook’s Edgerank to the top of your newsfeed. Thus, every time you log into Facebook, it seems like the rest of the world is constantly on vacation, while you are stuck slaving away. It is literally impossible to keep up with this, even if you have some perspective on what people tend to post or not post online.
The distinction is important. This is not a simple case of “keeping up with the Joneses,” where you’re jealous of the sports car your douchebag neighbor drives (in my case, it’s the Duke of Prussia’s bitchin’ hansom cab pulled by two coal-black steeds). Instead, you are keeping up with the Megagolem amalgamated from all the Joneses, unable to realize that not only, as Gulati puts it, are people hyper-sharing their happiness, but that your brain is combining these updates into a single middle finger lifted by the rest of your friendverse towards your boring, cube-bound existence.
TLimiting your Facebook access won’t help, because the best updates will still be there, waiting to depress you, whenever you log in. The solution, I think, is to severely restrict who shows up in your newsfeed, maybe to only 20 – 50 people that you care about (or who post interesting updates). Then goliath won’t seem so overwhelming, and you will be spared a constant stream of enviable updates from tropical locales.
The Conquered Boleslav
April 9th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink
I will now be posting my articles at Walt Whitman, where, as their Internet Critic, I will be playing the role of bitter old man wandering amongst the free-love hippies. Find me at http://walt.whit.mn/, although I might post the occasional self-promotional item here. And I shall continue to twitter apace.