“Social media is like the Hotel California. You can log out anytime you like, but you can never leave…”
Beaton wrote this and I commented something like, “Haha! That’s hilarious!”
But, see, it’s not. I mean, it is Hotel California but it’s not really funny. If you follow.
We log out but it’s on the brain. There’s an almost imperceptible tug. (Although, for some people, it’s more like being a roped cattle.)
I have to get some shout-outs ready for (fill-in-the-blank) hashtag day.
I need to acknowledge those mentions or RT something of theirs.
I never tweeted my blog post from this week.
I’ve got to catch up on reading blogs and tweeting them.
I love this book—I wonder if the author’s on Twitter.
Ooh! Some new Harry Potter covers! I have to tweet about that!
Most of us on social media have thought one of these things at some point. Or, if not, you’ll leave a comment here saying, “Pfft! That doesn’t happen to me!” (I’d appreciate a little “how I do it” in there, if you wouldn’t mind.)
My pull from social media is fairly mild. But it’s there and I worry about that. I don’t want to get caught (any more than I already am) in the tangled web of Twitter.
Hotel California has been accused of being about a lot of different topics. That’s the beauty of this song—it’s about what it’s about but it can be applied to many situations where someone is stuck by his or her own device.
“We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.”
Can you log out any time you like? Can you really leave?
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.