If your girlfriend has asked you to wait until she talks to her son, then you had better wait. In fact, the son doesn't know you two are dating? Or does posting you are in a relationship formalize your dating relationship that already exists, which the son does know about? I'm confused.
Half joking. But seriously if she asked you to wait, you'd best wait.
from an article on couples and Facebook from the Boston Globe, 2011:
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“Some people live their lives online, while their partners don’t,’’ said Susan Giurleo, a therapist with a North Andover practice. Some people like to stay connected by posting everything they’ve eaten, done, or watched, she said, particularly if they are unemployed, self-employed, or home with kids. “That’s their water cooler.’’
“But their spouse, who may have an actual water cooler, is saying, ‘Why did you have to tell the whole world the dog threw up all over our bed?’ They worry about what people will think.’’
Comfort with transparency on the Internet can break down along generational lines, she added, with adults in their early 30s or younger more open than those over 40. “In their 30s, it can go either way,’’ she said.
Privacy recently became an issue for all Facebook users, not just those creeped out by having their lives exposed. In December, the company made controversial changes that critics say push users to share more of their information. Facebook users who want to change their privacy settings back can do so.
But alas, even tighter privacy controls can’t eliminate all relationship friction. The reason: the posts that cause disputes are going out to a circle of friends the poster wants to keep updated.
Consider the case of Megan Kelley Hall, of Swampscott, and her husband. She’s a chatty author of young-adult books and a big social media user who proudly reports that she’s been accused of “oversharing’’ online. But, she says, it’s good for business.
Many of her posts fall into the legitimate social networking category. Indeed, she optioned the film rights to “Sisters of Misery,’’ her debut gothic-suspense novel, to a Hollywood director she met through Facebook. But other posts are rather personal, like this one from last Christmas:
“Megan Kelley Hall wonders if making a Christmas gift list for my husband . . . is really worth it. Then again, when left to his own devices, I’ve received Bic pens, Beanie Babies mugs, Mad Libs, and socks.’’
Her husband is not on Facebook and is very private, she said. Or at least he was. Now he’s the regular target of good-natured ribbing from relatives, neighbors, old college chums, and colleagues at his financial firm, who call or write telling him to get her better gifts, or taking her side in disagreements she’s shared online.
While it’s all good-natured, Hall says, she does understand his desire for privacy. She’s now trying to keep her posts down to five per day. If not for his sake, then for hers.
“When I see out-of-town friends, they already know everything that’s going on in my life,’’ she said. “We have nothing to talk about.’’