I guess I don’t really care that they may have my texts and call log. My texts consist 99% of my wife reminding me to pick up dog food and my mother in law’s “inspirational” pep talks. Plus, I learned a long time ago that nothing...NOTHING...you do on your computer or phone is private. Nothing. If you don’t want it front page of the New York Times, don’t put it in an email, don’t put it in a document, don’t write it down. Period.
I don't know what to say, really.
I originally "joined" Facebook in 2012, I think; because I had just been divorced and I was pretty fucking down and someone I knew at the time told me to check it out, I might run into some old friends on there. So, I did. And I did.
It is funny to me because I think the original target demographic was young people who had become disenchanted with MySpace, or whatever. But when their parents dipped their toe in and found the ease of use, etc., they jumped in wholeheartedly, and the kids hauled ass for SnapChat or Twitter or Instagram or whatever. I know my kids did.
But my own kids are older now (25 and 21), and now they've got more active on FB again. Hah!
From the first, I swore to myself I would never be one of those parents who "friended" their kids on FB, and then tried to keep up with them through all of their myriad connections and 'friends' and such. And I did not, and do not.
I swore I would never send my kids a friend request, and I never did. Nope. No ... But, you know what? They ended up friend requesting *me*. And of course I accepted. But now I worry my kids are keeping up with all my nefarious doings through Facebook, dammit. WTF?
Anyway, I cannot really complain about Facebook, because I re-met my (now) wife again on there, 35 years after high school, and all the crazy shit I did back then that made her not want to even know who I was.
So, there is that.