On Oversharing

Oversharing is a myth. There is only a lack of editing.

I would like to receive a minute-by-minute, unending stream of my nieces’ and nephew’s lives. If either of my sisters-in-law were to pump said stream through the social media firehose, I would be overjoyed. There is no such thing as oversharing the experiences of loved ones.

I would not like to see a minute-by-minute, unending stream of meals eaten by that one guy I did a group project with in Film Studies 301 20 years ago. I have no doubt his mother would not share this opinion.

I have control over what I see and what I don’t. Even in the cases where social media preferences don’t provide the precise granularity to curate to my ideal, I always have the option to simply ignore.

More often that not, I want to see more content from the people I care most about. And I want that content to be honest, unflinching and authentically reflective of their lives. They could never share too much or too deeply.

For everyone else, I have my editor’s pen out, pruning as needed. The responsibility is not on them to censor themselves, but on me to decide what adds value and what doesn’t (and, increasingly, on the social networks themselves as the promise of programmatic curation solutions are realized).

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