In the final stages of divorce, as we face the separation of property, finances and stuff, what do we do about our social networking? Who gets custody of the "friends" and the "followers?"
Vicki Abelson deals with the social media aspect of divorce first-hand, below is her take:
The discord we were suffering in real life continued to be mirrored in our virtual one; our personalities reflected in our social networking styles. Herein, my testimony...I'm more a Facebook. Highly social, I enjoy interaction. I post a status and run the thread, much as I would host a cocktail party. He's more a Twitter, crafting his words, and then presenting a finished product to the audience. Less interaction, more alone time. Kind of like us.
We increasingly retreated to our cyber corners for support, rather than to each other. Facebook and I have a kind of puppy persona, constantly seeking love and validation. I'm needy. Sue me. No, please, don't. The legal fees are killing me. Twitter and he, are more cat-like -- loners preferring to be adored from a distance. He likes his space. Me, not so much. Houston, I think we have a problem.
Despite my disdain, eventually, I reluctantly cohabited, and starting Tweeting. To be viable, I had to. Largely, I felt invisible and unheard, much as I did in our kitchen. But, I got an enormous thrill when one of my tweets landed, or one of my dishes, praised. I've come to really dig the Twitter, the challenges and the small victories, and, the instant accessibility to everyone on the planet.
Vicki Abelson deals with the social media aspect of divorce first-hand, below is her take:
The discord we were suffering in real life continued to be mirrored in our virtual one; our personalities reflected in our social networking styles. Herein, my testimony...I'm more a Facebook. Highly social, I enjoy interaction. I post a status and run the thread, much as I would host a cocktail party. He's more a Twitter, crafting his words, and then presenting a finished product to the audience. Less interaction, more alone time. Kind of like us.
We increasingly retreated to our cyber corners for support, rather than to each other. Facebook and I have a kind of puppy persona, constantly seeking love and validation. I'm needy. Sue me. No, please, don't. The legal fees are killing me. Twitter and he, are more cat-like -- loners preferring to be adored from a distance. He likes his space. Me, not so much. Houston, I think we have a problem.
Despite my disdain, eventually, I reluctantly cohabited, and starting Tweeting. To be viable, I had to. Largely, I felt invisible and unheard, much as I did in our kitchen. But, I got an enormous thrill when one of my tweets landed, or one of my dishes, praised. I've come to really dig the Twitter, the challenges and the small victories, and, the instant accessibility to everyone on the planet.
To read the rest of her article, please click the following link: Divorce, Internet Style
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