Ugh. The talk. It’s something every kid and their parents have to go through. It’s such an awkward moment, and you just want to get it over with as soon as possible.
No matter how many times you rehearse it in your mind, you’re never quite ready for the day your mom and/or dad utter those 5 spine-tingling words.
“I’m ready to join Facebook.”
You have all kinds of responses at the ready, because you know it’s a matter of when, not if. From “Oh, you don’t need to be on there” to “I hope you don’t expect me to friend you.” Because while you naturally grow closer to your parents as you grow older, friending them on Facebook isn’t much different than your 13-year-old self going to the mall with them on a Friday night to shop for jeans.
Annnnnnnnnd, this story is about to take an even more awkward turn.
As the social media editor for the Chicago Tribune, I pride myself in being on the cusp of everything that’s happening in the world. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as seeing an editor make that face of “Huh! That’s interesting!” when you tell them about something trending. My brain is wired to be plugged in, and it’s actually difficult for me to not be plugged in.
Well, today I received this email from my dad:
“Scott, my post on Facebook. Let me know if I wrote a good letter. Dad.”
Oh I love a good letter and … wait a second … your post on what? Facebook?? You’re on Facebook?!?!?
Yep. My dad is on Facebook. And I had no idea. He never sent me a friend request. And I figured, well that’s fine. He just didn’t get around to it yet since he just joined. It tells me here when he joined so let’s go ahead and take a look.
Dec. 12, 2009.
As they say in the news business, let’s recap what we know. My dad has been on Facebook for almost 4 years and this is the first I’ve heard of it. No friend requests. No tagging. No comments on my posts. Not a single like. No happy birthday. No $5 Starbucks coupon for all your hard work. Nothing.
Granted. I could have searched for him. But why in the world would I think my dad would be on Facebook without telling me?
He hasn’t posted a lot. I don’t think he’s ever played Farmville or Words with Friends. But he’s on Facebook. Since Dec. 12, 2009. That’s last decade.
I’m basically more embarrassed now than that trip to the mall as a teenager. OK, not really, because my parents always made me wear cheap jeans. But you catch my drift. As someone who prides himself on being plugged in, this is a major miss. The first thing I did was check to see if my mom was on it and unless she’s using a different name, she’s not. Thank God, because I really couldn’t handle that.
Yeah. So that happened.