On Newsweek.com, Raina Kelley writes on the “seven lies we tell ourselves about Facebook.

As I’ve pondered why so many people willingly sacrifice so much privacy, here’s the “lie” I found most interesting:

2. Facebook Made Me Do It: Facebook didn’t make you tell all 1,384 of your friends that you once had chlamydia. Facebook didn’t hold your hand onto the mouse and force you to type: “Josh is in favor of slapping geese and women,” as one of your “25 random things” and it certainly didn’t waterboard you into asking everyone what their slave name is. Psychiatrists call this “externalizing blame.” It’s a way to lay-off shame and self-loathing onto somebody (or something) else so you can feel better about yourself. I once wrote, “Raina is feeling like the cat’s meow,” and hated Facebook for days because of it. I know now that it was nobody else’s fault but my own.

Facebook as shrink, priest, and facilitator? In an electronic world, why would this be a surprise?