It was bound to happen eventually. Last week, I received a Facebook friend request from my dad. When I followed the link, however, the friend request had disappeared. Apparently my father wised up pretty quickly- it was much easier to log into my sister’s account (she uses his laptop all the time), and check me out from the inside. Last night, my sister was showing me some pictures on Facebook- we showed one to my dad, who commented, “oh, I’ve seen those.” We looked up, startled. “Oh, what’s the matter? There’s nothing bad on there,” he recovered quickly. We stared at one another for a long minute.
Later that night, relaxing in our nifty new hot tub, I broached the subject once more. “So, I got a friend request from you last week, but you’d disappeared. I guess you caught on to the personal nature of Facebook?” He nodded imperceptibly. “So, tell me if this is what happened- you joined the site, realized you couldn’t simply view people’s profiles without adding them as friends, and decided to stalk us through Kelly’s account instead?” He smiled sheepishly, confirming my suspicions. I felt, and not for the first time, worried and exposed. But only for a moment… with relief I remembered that both my brother and sister have access only to my Limited Profile, which prevents them from viewing my “Friends Only” photo albums. Three cheers for conscientiousness!
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