Unfriend Me

Status update: So much tech so close to home.

By Kathryn Robinson

This isn’t about being a Luddite, though I do tend to roll in that direction, nor is it the privacy complaint everyone else is leveling these days against Facebook. Though it always galls me when Amazon “helpfully” suggests books it thinks I’ll like based on my past purchases, that’s not because I mind that the corporate giant knows what I bought. It’s because they’re presuming to have unlocked my unique blend of complexities from a couple of commercial transactions. “Well, I already read that book, Mr. Know-it-All Amazon,” I’ve hissed at the screen. “And guess what? I hated it!”

I just don’t want to be that… known. It’s an intimacy thing. My name is Kathryn and I have intimacy issues with new technology. I don’t want a Facebook page any more than I want a nice family jumping into my house through the time-space portal in my kitchen.

As long as my own family occasionally visits from the small town they live in, I’m good.