I came across this quote this week on BookRiot from Pulitzer prize-winning author Jennifer Egan (author of A Visit From the Goon Squad and The Keep:)
But, she said, the “fetishization of connection itself” fascinated her.
“Who cares that we can connect?” she said. “What’s the big deal? I think Facebook is colossally dull. I think it’s like everyone coming to live in a huge Soviet apartment block, [in] which everyone’s cell looks exactly the same.”
I'm getting sick of Facebook myself. But I can't cut the cord yet. I keep thinking I'll miss out, be even more out of the loop than I already am as a new mother. Plus, honestly, I like showing off pictures of my cute baby boy! But half the time it's just updates about what so-and-so's listening to on Spotify (turn off notifications, dude!) and updates from people I don't actually TALK to, you know, with my VOICE, like EVER. So I'm mulling it over. I think I need to impose a limit on myself about checking Facebook, and then it wouldn't get on my nerves so badly. If someone really needs to contact me, what the heck's wrong with email? Or a phone call?
Half the time I don't want to be "connected" anyway. Not in the modern sense. I want connection that involves hearing a friend's voice or sitting across a room from someone, sharing our lives over cups of tea and baked goods. With a squirmy, squeaky baby rolling around on the floor between us, of course.