A Meditation on Facebook
Notifications. Inbox messages. Friend requests. Event invitations. The little things that make our hearts go pitter pat when we log on to the universe's best modern time waster to date: Facebook. Ah, the early days of Facebook were great ones indeed. Before everyone's mother/little sister/great aunt Bethel had a Facebook, it was a place for social networking with your age group...and maybe even a little bit of rebellion for a few of us. This was one place where your language, political views, and pictures could only be viewed by the elite few you deemed worthy by accepting their friend requests. Your statuses could contain explicit language, your pictures could show crazy parties...hell, you could come out of the closet and only let your closest friends know, if you wanted to! But then something happened. Slowly but surely, the privacy and elitism of Facebook started becoming diluted by the endless outpouring of MySpace trash who decided to take Facebook over and treat it like