It’s 1984, your life is under a microscope, everything you say or do is controlled and you’re deathly terrified of committing a thought crime. While George Orwell may have taken it to the extreme, (Did he? Do you know you’re being watched?), I couldn’t help remembering this book while reading a recent post by my peer about location-based social networking. Granted, working in PR, I should be more open to ‘social technology’, which I am; I’m still admittedly ‘wierded-out’ by it all. It dredges up thoughts of psycho stalkers knowing my every move, and if not them, then random organisations using my locations and where I like to go to target me (and isn’t that why we feel bad for the fish in the fishbowl?). I mean, if you want to know where I am…call me.
While I love social media – and what that has meant for finding that classmate from 6th grade who recently had a baby, I still exercise it all with a bit of caution. That’s why I’m still adverse to adding colleagues to my Facebook page (and rudely so, because people surprisingly get offended if you don’t want to be their ‘friend’ online, even though I am your friend in life). Sure, I don’t mind colleagues on LinkedIn and Twitter (which I keep as my more professional channels), but I still need one place that’s just me, where I can post goofy pictures of my son in a private folder for only my mom and sisters to see, and where I can joke about ‘how I shouldn’t be spending so much time on Facebook while I’m at work.’ Maybe this can help you figure out what channel to use for what. While that’s moving into a different topic, my point is the implications in our daily life: how much do we really want to share and what does this social revolution really mean when it comes to me and my personal space?