Up to my neck in it
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about not being on Facebook. A couple of days ago I created a profile. Not sure why I took the plunge. But I’m still not one hundred percent sold on it. I think I like my privacy too much. And Facebook ultimately seems a little too intimate. I think it might actually end up being a bit like my encounters with both LoveFilm and Blockbuster’s DVD postal services. Their business model is built on the premise that they offer a more flexible renting solution. The reality is that you let some monkey in a warehouse choose the films you watch over the weekend. Just as the LoveFilm’s of the world have found a way of providing a poorer service and making it seem like a benefit. Facebook promises the ability to connect to lots of people. Some of them you might actually know. In return you are prompted to give away a massive chunk of your privacy. Ultimately that makes me think “the entry fee might not be worth it”. You’ll know for sure what side of the line I fall if my Facebook profile suddenly disappears.