Brea Jones

I sort of wonder how high school reunions will be for a generation so entrenched in social-networking Web sites. Another high school friend found me on Facebook this week.

More than 10 people in the past year have found a profile on one of the many social-networking sites I belong to and have discovered I graduated college, work in Stockton and some of them may even visit this page one day all thanks to social-networking. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing is a question mark for me.

I run The Record’s MySpace page, and have joined every high school school group in the reader area. Nearly every forum has alumni interested in a reunion. Clearly non-MySpacers aren’t going to find out about this MySpace-spurred reunion, and the organizers already know who has a doctorate degree and who has a G.E.D.; who is a “proud parent”; who is gay, straight or bi; who is single, married or a swinger; who lives below the poverty line and who drives a fancy car.

Who needs a reunion when you can learn so much about people you loved, missed and wish you never met with only a few clicks on Yahoo! or Google?

Intimate information has become low-hanging fruit, and I fall for the frenzy as much as anyone else. You are guilty too, or you wouldn’t have reached the bottom of this blog.