The thing about facebook is:
I like liking pages belonging to places I like and then being able to see in one place at one time what's on at the places I like to like. Hence we got to Land of the Giants, and hope not to miss something as special as Peace Camp at Downhill Demesne next time.
I like logging in late at night to see if Queen Niqi is about for a chat.
I love being logged in at the same time as Ali in Nepal, when we chat as if she too were just up the hill.
It's a great place to upload lots of pictures that everyone's asking for- Spring Balls, Great Escapes.
And on the rare occasion when PC is across the Atlantic, it's a wonderful way to leave messages and photos, and connect when time zones actually permit.
The mores vary as much as the people who use it.
When you're a private sort of a person you really shouldn't be there.
You get folk from all the different cultures and mindsets of your acquaintance throwing remarks about without any idea of the interpretation they'll provoke.
When you have a clever phone it's suddenly all fine and dandy to be so busy telling the world how much you're enjoying yourself at x, y, z that you forget you're currently with the tagged A, B, C at x, y, z who are either doing exactly the same thing or feeling sadly neglected.
I should be connecting with the real souls of this house way more than with what I heard kids in school yesterday refer to as bakebook. You'd need to know that bake in Northern Irish means face. I think!