A failed, or not, experiment
This weekend, I took a vacation from social media. Over Labor Day weekend, my family resumed a long-standing tradition to attend family camp with our cousins. It’s the kind of place where you’re perpetually dirty and the big event of the day is a game of ultimate Frisbee. Where you actually sit and talk with your grandparents about what it was like when they were kids and interact with your parents like they’re your friends. It’s great.
And it’s been great since I was a kid. Since before there was social media. Since before Facebook had even been thought of. (Although I’m sure that, if pressed in a law suit, Mark Zuckerburg would say that he had been tinkering with the idea even back then.) So, I figured that if I had loved camp without social media then, I would love camp without social media now. I took getting away for the weekend as an opportunity to unplug for the weekend, too. (Of course, I still brought my laptop, because I can’t unplug completely. It’s my hard and clunky security blanket.)
I thought that I’d use my laptop to write. Sitting by the lodge in the morning, overlooking the lake with a cup of coffee next to me. (Incidentally, that’s exactly what I’m doing right now and it’s fantastic.) I thought there wouldn’t be internet access, but I was wrong. Actually, they’ve got a pretty good wireless set-up here. (Somehow, that fact is strangely disappointing – some places aren’t meant to change with the times.) Even with wireless network access, I resisted. I left my laptop in my cabin and went off to just be. But you know who intervened and pulled me back into social media? My Gramma.
A few family friends joined us at camp. We hadn’t seen them in a years, and they brought pictures of events in the intervening events – their daughters’ wedding, a time they saw other mutual friends, a crazy dance party. Well, we hadn’t brought any pictures and Gramma wanted to show what we had been up to. Solution: Maggie’s Facebook albums.
So, there I am at camp with my Gramma narrating my Facebook albums, talking everyone through pictures of my parents’ luau-themed surprise anniversary party. Maybe it’s not how family camp was intended to go. (Somehow, I don’t think that they’ll list that activity on a brochure for the place.) But, with or without Facebook, it amounted to the same thing, spending the night with my family laughing over old family stories.
What I learned: social media’s not just a distraction. It’s a medium, not a message. Clicking through Facebook pictures with my Gramma is no different than rifling through a pile of pictures. It’s better even, because then she gets to see comments on them, like my sister’s: “Best Gramma ever.”
Questions of the day: Have you ever taken a social media vacation? Did you stick to it? Does your Gramma know that you think she’s the best Gramma ever? (Maybe you should tell her – ideally not through a Facebook comment.)
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