Posted by Mihal Levy
It is official, May 31st marks the “Quit Facebook Day.” Along with alcoholism, drug abuse and apparently the now trendy good excuse to cheat on a spouse sex addiction (according to Charlie Sheen and Jesse James), there is also Facebook addiction. Has FA (Facebook Anonymous) been established yet? I am the first to admit that I was once a Facebook addict and have been sober from Facebook for over a week and have never felt better. (And I didn’t even have to supplement my addiction with coffee and cigarettes).
Many users have threatened to leave and others have already done so (like myself). Facebook claims to be a social networking site, but I found it more like a social-hindering site. SInce I quit, I actually have spoken to and seen more friends and family members than almost the whole time I have been on Facebook, my husband included (well, maybe I stretched the truth about my husband a bit, but the rest is true).
If I left Facebook, you can too. I feel like I should have a sponsor or something or at least a ring on my keychain commemorating my “sober” days. And the good news is that it did not even take twelve steps, but one; hitting the “Submit deletion” button.
I remember joining Facebook and thinking how exciting it would be to reconnect with old friends. And it was. Then there was the constant updating of statuses and reading of others’ statuses. Eventually the statuses got a little overwhelming, i.e.: Getting in the shower. Out of the shower. Getting dressed. Eating breakfast. Sometimes I just did not care what others had to say and I am sure they felt the same way about me, except of course when I just had to post something brilliant that my four-year-old said.
I honestly thought it would be difficult to be different, go against the grain and leave a world that everyone else was a part of. But I feel thankful that I have reconnected with old friends and connected with new ones and will be keeping them around. Now my friends actually call, instead of writing on my wall. Ok, so they still text message as well, but at least it is not posted for the world to see or for Facebook to sell to third parties.
I would like to think that I have started a trend to leave Facebook and truly begin social networking, the way it was meant to be: socially interacting with people (in person). I know that I did not start the Facebook exodus, but glad that I have contributed to it.
I listened to a podcast by tech guru Leo Laporte, who also left Facebook for the mere reason of privacy issues on Facebook. He also stated how difficult it is to leave a site that “everybody else is on.” So if everyone were to jump off a bridge, would you?
Facebook is probably just another passing trend like Frogurt, bell bottoms and Myspace. I just decided to move on a little quicker than others. Leaving Facebook has been extremely beneficial for. of all things: my social life. I have actually found in the last week that I have picked up the phone more often than not to actually talk to someone. I found not worrying about what a “friend” ate for dinner or was missing from Farmville was actually comforting. I found that it is actually more important to be living one’s life than updating a status about it. I found that I did not stop the activity I was enjoying to write about how much I was enjoying it. And all the times I could have been checking Facebook, I spent playing with my son, spending time with my husband, writing, sleeping, cleaning, thinking, exercising, and thinking about how much time I saved not running to facebook.
If you are still on the fence about leaving Facebook, check this out on Wiki-How : http://www.wikihow.com/Quit-Facebook
And if you have come to the conclusion that you are ready to delete your profile then here’s how: http://www.wikihow.com/Permanently-Delete-a-Facebook-Account
Whatever you decide, enjoy “Quit Facebook Day” and celebrate with a barbeque or day at the beach and maybe even think twice about updating your status about it…I’m just sayin’.
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May 20, 2010 | 12:00 pm
Posted by Mihal Levy
Facebook and I have had a love/hate relationship. Recently it has turned into a hate/hate relationship with the addition of many violation of privacy tactics. And although I do know that one can not expect privacy when they put themselves on the Internet, there is still a limit to how much information should be spread around to third parties without my permission. For this reason alone I have been debating saying goodbye to Facebook, but now the privacy issues have been coupled with a status update that pushed me over the edge. I have started “packing up.”
Having been on Facebook for a couple of years now makes it difficult to say goodbye. It has been a bittersweet experience. Reconnecting with old friends, colleagues and family members has been great, but Facebook has also stifled many friendships as well. Facebook offers just enough information about what friends are doing to keep each other updated without the need to actually ever meet up in person. Facebook may be leaving everyone virtually fulfilled, but realistically void of true friendships.
Have we all gotten used to one-sided conversations? (Hello, is anyone listening?) Along with one-sided conversations, Facebook has also taught us how to “stay in touch” from a distance, has become a place to air one’s grievances, search for validitation and try to impress others with one’s goings on. And sometimes it gets a little out of hand.
One of my “friends” posted an interesting status update the other day on her profile (I copied and pasted her update, since nothing is sacred on Facebook; I left the spelling/grammatical errors for authenticity): “Home..its weird going from performing infront of a couple of thousand people and being asked for photo opts to not being anything but a typical girl.” Really? Even if she did perform in front of thousands of people (move over Lady Gaga), does she seek validation from her peers or a “Hooray for you?” I am not sure what exactly was the point of this update, but I still found it a tad bit narcissistic. Facebook seems to have become a race of who is doing more than the next person. Funny thing is that my “friends” who are “successful” (and that is subjective) never post anything about their “business” at all.
This, coupled with the fact that Facebook privacy issues have gone too far, linking me to outside sources and using my information; and the fact that we have lost a sense of what it is like to share non-virtual relationships, I am deleting my profile. I guess I will not be like everyone else. I will not have hundreds of people to validate me or my sense of self-fulfillment or even be in touch with that person in my sixth grade class, who added me simply because all of our other classmates added me, not because he remembered me. I may not remember my friends’ birthdays without an electronic notification days before (is that genuine anyway?). I may not know how much kitchenware my friend sold to get a free hostess gift, what tier my friend is on in her pyramid scheme business, who’s ahead of who in Bejeweled Blitz, or what farm animal someone is missing in Farmville. But I do know that I can actually ask a friend these things in person over a cup of coffee…and know that I will not be just another “typical girl” on Facebook.
May 5, 2010 | 11:30 am
Posted by Mihal Levy
To: Playground Monsters (aka Mommy Monsters and you know who you are).
Date: May 5, 2010
Subject: Park Etiquette Made Simple:
The time has come for some playground/park rules and I am going to set them. So, please put down your diet cokes, smart phones and gossip magazines for a brief moment, just long enough to read this. (Or read this on your smart phone before heading out to the park.) Please save all us other Mommies at the playground by following these simple rules. It is much appreciated. (And perhaps I will stop avoiding the park and actually take my son there again.)
(Please note that park rules do not exclude father, nannies, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, caregivers, babysitters, partners or others.)
1) Please do not text or talk on your cell phone while you are “watching” your child/children at the park. I am sure you have urgent matters to handle, but please hold off for the twenty minutes you are actually at the park with your child. This would make it easier on me so that I don’t have to watch your child for you.
2) It would be nice to actually acknowledge the mother standing next to you with her child (me) and not talk to me through your child. “Jimmy, will you please ask the Mommy if we can play with her son’s shovel? Now, tell the lady thank you.”
3) Bring your child’s own sand toys. I am all for sharing, but always and with everyone? I draw the line. (Especially for the kid with the runny nose and runny diaper.)
4) Speaking of diapers: If your child is still in diapers at the age that he/she is old enough to tell you, “I pooped my pants,” and just did, please change him immediately so that your poor child is not sitting in it all day and sharing the scent with the rest of us. Also if your child’s diaper is sagging, chances are it has been on too long, even though you have got the super absorbent diapers. (I know, how inconvenient for you…but it is not about you. You don’t have time to potty train. I"m not even going to touch that one…in this blog.)
5) It wouldn’t hurt you to put down that copy of “Happiest Baby on the Block” and get off the park bench once in a while and follow your son in the sandbox to make sure that he is not terrorizing other children, because he/she usually is. (Note that you will get sand in your shoes. I know this is shocking. So wear sand appropriate shoes.)
6) Please don’t send your child over to mine to ask if he could have some pretzels and cheerios as well. Bring your own along with the diet coke you are drinking.
7) There are no steadfast rules that the stairs on the slide are for climbing and the slide is for sliding down. Think outside of the sand box, would you?
8) When your sweet little Petunia decides to kick off her shoes in the sand box, it wouldn’t hurt you to move her shoes out of the way of the five other children that have since tripped over them.
9) Even though you want to show off that new thousand dollar stroller your husband’s latest promotion got you, please park it away from the park bench, so that others can sit down who were not brought over in a thousand dollar stroller.
10) Lastly, a manicure is great, I understand. But please make sure your nails (both toes and fingers) are dry before you head to the park, put your mani-pedied self down on the park bench and let the rest of us moms cater to your every need. Just because we are not freshly mani-pedied doesn’t mean we owe you anything.
*Now you can’t say that you didn’t receive the memo.
May 3, 2010 | 11:30 am
Posted by Mihal Levy
From the creators of the Oy Baby (Jewish songs) and That Baby DVD/CDs (secular songs) comes a new CD. With CDs and DVDs usually geared toward your young child, now there is one with the parent in mind: We Sang That At Camp; Songs Remembered From Jewish Camp.
The CD may or may not have you running to roast marshmallows while singing along, but may in fact remind you of those days when you were eyeing the camp counselor playing his acoustic guitar as you sat around the fire, or maybe it is just me.
We Sang That At Camp includes a mix of Hebrew and English songs including “Leaving on a Jet Plane,” “Ba Shana Haba’a,” “Ma Tovu” and more. However, only a few of the songs took me back to my camp days (or BBYO days); either I went to a different summer camp or I just don’t remember most of these songs - again, maybe because I paid attention to the camp counselor and not the music he played.
Both my son and I have been fans of the Oy Baby CDs and DVDs since he was an infant. We received the first one as a gift and bought the next two. We often sang along in the car or at home while watching the DVDs. Now you can sing some of the old camp “standards” and less Lady (What’s Her Name) Gaga and Jonas Brothers with your children. And hopefully they like the songs that you once did. Why wouldn’t they?