On the way to work today (yes, I am still alive, but the green gills remain), I heard some interesting statistics on the radio that I feel compelled to share. According to Facebook data, one in four Facebook users (ages 18-34) have been embarrassed by a parent’s status post or photo that a parent has posted on their page or the parent’s page. One in four – 25% – of 18-34 year old adults – embarrassed by a parent – go figure. We are not talking high school kids, we are talking full-grown adults who may very well have children of their own. I find this news to be delightful. It is good to know that I am not an anomaly in this arena.
But wait, there is more. One in three folks in the same age bracket say they have un-friended or refused to add a parent as a friend on Facebook. Wow. That is a fairly dramatic position to take in regard to a parent. It causes me to think back to those years and ponder whether I would have wanted my parents to know what I was up to or hear their comments. I know I wouldn’t have wanted them to post photos on my page. Some of the photos they would have thought were great, would have likely ended up in one of those popular internet photo montages called: What Were They Thinking?
Thankfully, this was not a dilemma I was faced with in those years. But my children, well now, that is another story. I am fairly sure I have embarrassed all three of my older children on Facebook…multiple times…weekly. Indeed, I view it as my moral obligation to them. Surviving an embarrassing parent builds character. It also teaches you perspective on what kind of things to worry about and what things to let go. Let’s face it – if one in four Facebook users 18-34 years old have been embarrassed by their parents, at least another one of those four has just accepted the fact that embarrassing children is part of a parent’s job and don’t even recognize this behavior as noteworthy of a blush or heavy-hearted sigh. I should note that I have not been un-friended, yet.
Facebook needs to do another survey and find out how many parents have been embarrassed or horrified by what has been on their adult children’s pages. I think this cuts both ways. If you only knew how many calls to my children their Facebook posts have prompted over the years – suffice to say there have been many. I think they can live with some of the racy and TMI posts I feel obliged to share on my page – even when I gleefully tag them in them just to up their angst. They have enough experience with me to know that it isn’t the stuff I liberally share on Facebook that should horrify them – it is all the mischief that happens before and after the post that should keep them up at nights. 😉
Day one thousand three hundred and eighty of the new forty – obla di obla da