So Sometimes I Like to Look at My "Photos of You" on Facebook. Are We Gonna Have a Problem Here?

I mean, they're on there anyway. It'd be a waste not to look at them. But I have a defense, and it'd be awesome if you'd listen to it.

My overarching point is this: so whatsies? Who are you, the presiding judge in What's Okay v. What's Not, et. al (2009)? Wait, you are?

Think of the criteria that goes into every photograph, and agree or not, live inside the reality of what it takes to appear on Facebook:

You have to:
A. Be a 3D person (possibly the most challenging if you're out of practice)
B. Attend a function where someone has brought a camera
C. Be appealing enough that someone decides to capture you photographically
D. Not be deleted in the photog's initial scroll-through for blanks/blurs/drive-by moonings
E. Have your image successfully uploaded onto the photog's compy
F. Have your image deemed worth posting on Facebook

And lastly, and most importantly:

G. Someone's gotta tag that sucka. You can do it yourself, but then everyone sees "John tagged himself in a photo...", and you just look like a raving lunatic or worse - a chronic Facebook tagger.

After clearing all these hurdles, why not take a stroll down random-access memory lane? It's chock full of good friends and good times that you otherwise would be forgetting, plus you have the opportunity to get your wit on in the comment section.

But put on your Hat of Tomorrow, which I was perplexed to learn es un sombrero. Facebook is a mere newborn in the grand scheme. It was only in 2004 in my Cambridge studio apartment that I started it. But four score from now, it will be your life's photo album in sum. Now it's possible you're made of some aluminum-steel composite and have no feelings nor sense of nostalgia, but we with a limbic system tend to emote periodically. It's perfectly natural, and I invite you to do the same.

Unless you use MySpace. Dork.