I believe I was a sophomore at Columbia at the time, but had I known Zuckerberg was going to succeed at his attempt to take over the world, I so would have transferred to Harvard and added him as a friend. No pun intended. Hey, it would have gotten me one step closer to my ultimate goal, which is to marry well. Just kidding. But I digress.
When Facebook was just a baby girl, she was only for college kids. So we laughed and posted, partied and posted, drank a bit and posted. It was lovely because only our friends could see it. No grown-ups. No parents. No friends of parents who just wanted to "see how you're doing." No potential employers. Just friends.
When I graduated with my Bachelor degree, there was no worry about a potential employer looking me up on Facebook to see what kind of person I really was. So I posted freely.
Nowadays e'rbody and their momma (and their momma's momma) is on Facebook. If you're not on Facebook, you're a loser. Just kidding. But really, in some sick way, it really has become the way of the world, and it's totally commonplace for people to find you on Facebook. Isn't that the first thing we do after meeting someone new?
I'll be finishing grad school in May (*fingers crossed*) and entering the real world again. Only this time, Facebook is not restricted to only college kids. So I should expect potential employers to look me up on Facebook, right?
Plus, I'm becoming Facebook friends with more and more grownups. Like real grownups, not just my college buddies who are growing up with me.
I don't want these people to stumble upon pictures of me looking (slightly) crazy, for lack of a better word. And get the wrong idea.
And I don't want to miss out on important networking opportunity. I haven't missed out on anything yet (I think. I hope), but being proactive is what it's all about. Right?
So instead of changing my Facebook name to "Alicia crazysexycoolbaby HarperHotness," alas, I'm putting my big girl pants on and untagging myself from some of my earlier Facebook pictures. Oh the sacrifices we make as grownups.
If this is what real adulthood is, it kinda sucks. Just kidding.
What sacrifices have you made once you put your big girl/boy pants on?
PS: If you're not part of the Mommy Delicious community on Facebook, then you should totally "like" the page and join!