It’s my fault, really.
I don’t use Facebook much. The occasional link to the ol’ blog, a comment here or there on friends’ stuff — Facebook doesn’t have much to go off of. I’m a mystery wrapped in an enigma and slathered with sweet-n-tangy conspiracy sauce. (My metaphors suffer when I’m hungry.) It’s safe to say that their “targeted” advertising is still firing rangefinder shots at this point.
For example, while I do like opera (which I might have told it at some antediluvian point in the profile creation process), I have never even been to Texas.
So the Dallas Opera ads, not so much. “Lives in Madison, WI” is right at the top of my page, so I dunno how it got to this one. But anyway. The point is that I was not considering how little Facebook knows about me when I posted two completely unrelated links in a disastrous row.
The first was this helpful chart of traditional Biblical marriages, for those interested in preserving them:
And the second was this breast cancer awareness video. What can I say? I appreciate guys taking their shirts off for a good cause.
And then Facebook suggested that I might like to meet “single men in Madison, WI.” True story. Nice to know it figured out where I live, at least, right?
But for all of you worrying about my domestic happiness, rest assured — O Best Beloved is still with me and still has all her lady-bits (I know; I just checked to be sure). This has just been a useful lesson in thinking carefully about what I put on my Facebook page.
Anyone else inadvertently given the entirely wrong impression of themselves on Facebook? Do your distant friends, the ones that only check your Facebook page but don’t actually know you that well anymore, think you’re queerer than a six dollar bill now? Did I mostly just want to use that phrase ’cause I like it? Discuss!
I’ll be back on Monday.