Do you want to spend your life checking Facebook updates?
In 1983 I was the only kid in my neighborhood who didn’t have a television. In fact, I was such an anomaly that our local newspaper, the Cambridge Chronicle, profiled my family in a piece about growing up TV-free. It ranks among the better decisions that my father made in regards to child-rearing, and it is, in part, why I became a writer. While other kids were watching “Chips,” I was reading “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
Not surprisingly, I was also among the last of my friends to join Facebook. I did it reluctantly, and only in the wake of a breakup that had left me feeling bereft and in need of connecting. At the time I was living in Los Angeles, where I served as West Coast correspondent for the Forward newspaper, and between being new to L.A. and suddenly without the boyfriend who had become my best friend, it seemed like a decent idea.
Read the full article here