
Something weird is happening. It started last year when, at our nudging, my 65-year-old mother finally got high-speed Internet at home. Previously, she was using dial-up, which was “just fine.” Something spooky has happened as a result. My mom has become what I’ll call a “Social Senior.” So you understand why this is kinda cool and kinda creepy, let me tell you a bit about my mom. She considers Walmart a hobby. She goes there with complete disregard for whether she actually needs something. And, for the record, I don’t count year-round Christmas gift shopping for grandkids as “necessary.” My mom goes to Walmart just to pass the time and “see what they have,” before the triple-digit Texas heat keeps her squirreled away in the air-conditioned house. During this afternoon time, just before CNBC’s Jim Cramer tells her what to do with her stocks, she logs on to Facebook, posting on us kids’ pages, “Julie, are you coming home for Labor Day?” Commenting on our status updates, “Be careful. Wear your helmet when you ride your bike.” Or, soliciting our opinions in the public format, “They have faux fur coats on QVC, do you want me to get you one?” So, while others are spending their retirements crisscrossing the nation in RVs, eating buffet food aboard cruise ships and traveling to exotic lands, my mom is Facebooking away her Golden Years.
This got me thinking about “Social Seniors” and how they use networking sites to connect. I’m basing my findings on a study of just one person, my mom of four kids and grandma to two, so take my thoughts with a grain of salt, but here’s what I’ve found:
Decades don’t diminish the belief that an old high school or college classmate may be looking for them. “Grandma Walmart” has her nursing school photo from 1959 as her Facebook profile photo. It’s a lovely photo, with her blonde chin-length bob that was all the rage at the time, but she certainly could stand to share something more, well, this decade. What’s interesting is that many of mom’s friends’ profile photos are also half-century-old snapshots taken before “B&W” and “sepia” were just a cool photo editing effects. We inquired as to the rationale. “Well, how are my friends from nursing school going to recognize me?” One for mom. Zero for the kids.
Grandmas use Facebook to snoop on the lives of others. I’m busting my mom here. Dear classmates, neighbors, and others who’ve come in and out of my life and the lives of my siblings, if you are OUR friend on Facebook, my mom is snooping on you. She is combing through the friends we’ve added to see how you’ve changed. I know because she’ll say things like, “Oh, (insert name of any ex-boyfriend) sure has done well for himself… his kids are so cute!” Thanks Mom. Sometimes this snooping can lead to a real pickle of a situation. My ex-boyfriend from high school is a musician still playing the club scene and his band has a Facebook fan page, which my mom accidently joined. She called me frantically, “How do I take that off?!” I told her it was impossible (hee…) and her only possible next step was to show up at one of his gigs and rock out.
They don’t always get it right, but when Grandma gets it wrong, it’s usually pretty funny. My mom hasn’t, and may never, fully grasp the fundamentals of Facebook. Consider that she wrote a note to my sister using her own status update “Michelle, how is your Scotch doing?” instead of posting it on Michelle’s wall. PS, although our family is Irish and German, a fairly accurate predictor of enthusiastic drinkers, I feel obligated to disclose that “Scotch” is short for “Butterscotch,” Michelle’s new rescue puppy. And, she’s doing quite well, thank you.
Now, Mom hasn’t found the Luby’s Cafeteria Facebook group yet (98 people are members), but I’m sure she’ll eventually discover the “Search” box, and we’ll all have invitations to fish Fridays. Just please, no one tell her that Walmart is online.