Mark Zuckerberg, founder of Facebook, owes us an apology. By "us," I mean the entire friggin' universe.
How's that, you ask? Well, for starters, he should apologize for lulling us into a trance of connecting more and more about less and less. He should apologize for creating all the bits and bytes that allow us to become the narcissists our forebears warned us about. Do I really need to see all those photos of Mary and her horse? Must Bob post every little detail about his alcohol-fueled weekend?
Human beings need to be protected from themselves so they don't sit naked on Xerox machines and post those incriminating photos on Facebook. But, you say, people have a choice in what they wish to post! Right. And, a crack addict has a choice to "Just Say No."
Mark should apologize for encouraging us to believe that a life worth living is one that is lived online even though for millions of years we did just fine without his version of "social networking." Remember when we actually sat around and talked face-to-face? When "friends" were people you could call upon to help fix your car, and not the virtual collectibles they have since become?
Instead of extending our ability to have control over our own lives and information, Mark has taken his big can of Privacy-Be-Gone and sprayed it all over the world.