SIXTEEN DAYS INTO my social media sabbatical last month, I cheated. I was looking for an email address I couldn’t find, and I knew the guy I wanted to reach was active on Twitter. I logged on and tweeted at him. Presto, he got right back to me. So did another friend, with a one-word dm: “Busted!”
He was right. I was busted, but that was hardly the only time I slipped. Last month, I embarked on my third annual social media cleanse. I logged off all of my social software, moved my apps into a separate folder and turned off the push notifications, and told my friends to pick up the phone if they wanted to talk to me. I invited Wired readers to join me, and more than 100 of you sent me emails to say you were up for the challenge.
So how did you all do? My month was long, and my stalwart commitment to improving my Internet hygiene flagged quickly. I cheated a lot.
Some of the cheats were purposeful. Once I needed an address for an event I planned to attend, and the invitation was on Facebook. Another time, I was getting ready to interview a story subject, and I wanted some background on her before we spoke. Continue reading...