by Roger Pynn
When one of my colleagues announced at a staff meeting that Facebook is “so yesterday,” I was reminded of those lyrics from a Neil Sedaka song (if you don’t remember him, this post won’t mean as much as it does to those who slow-danced to it at sock hops in 1962.
People who grew up in that era face a constant challenge today to keep up with a generation as fickle about its communication technology as we were about the socks we wore (ask any guy … if you didn’t wear Gold Cups, you were so uncool). And now you want us to say goodbye to what for many is their definition of social media?
Folks my age take pride in their ability, however limited, to make use of tools like texting, Twitter and LinkedIn. Grandparents who have mastered Skype as a way to be part of their grandchildren’s youth can easily be confused by why FaceTime makes it any better or easier.
If you’ve been an early adopter, anticipating which love you’ll have to discard is scary. As another young member of my team warned me, “just wait until implanted cellphones.”
As the song said, “Think of all that we’ve been through. Breaking up is hard to do.”