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What Does Mean Poke On Facebook

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What Does Mean Poke On Facebook

What Does Poke Mean on Facebook? It's Complicated
So, you got “poked” by someone on Facebook—now what? A Facebook poke is a feature on the social media platform that lets users send a single virtual notification to a friend. No more, no less. Despite the feature’s name, the purpose of a poke has never been entirely clear. While poking was all the rage in 2007, it’s worth noting that its popularity has significantly declined on Facebook over the past few years. In 2011, the feature officially went into hiding on the site as part of a series of functionality updates.

In the younger days of Facebook, a poke was a cute and timid (though ineffective) way to virtually flirt or just say hello. Today, pokes still exist but it’s hardly straightforward: Receiving a casual poke from your grandmother and your crush in the same day can leave you with bizarre mixed messages.

Still confused as to why someone would poke you on Facebook, or what it could mean? Here are all your Facebook poke questions, answered.

What does Poke mean on Facebook?

Essentially, a poke is the same as a like, with a much more ambiguous purpose.

According to Urban Dictionary, a poke “allows users to say ‘hello’ to or show interest in a friend without having to go through the tedious process of crafting coherent sentences.” Basically, a Poke means someone is trying to get your attention, flood your notifications just for fun, or find an excuse to flirt.

An early Facebook FAQ page read, “When we created the poke, we thought it would be cool to have a feature without any specific purpose. People interpret the poke in many different ways, and we encourage you to come up with your own meanings.”

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Whether or not you find a poke sweet, unimpressive, or creepy is entirely up to you. Although if you’ve frequented Facebook a lot in the past year, sometimes it’s nice to have a wordless interaction void of any rants or political commentary.

A Poke is arguably an outdated flirting method. Sliding into DMs, or direct messages, is the new way to get someone’s attention on social media.

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How do you Poke someone?

First, choose your poking victim. Go to their profile. If you’re being considerate, decide if the person you are about to poke knows what message you are trying to get across.

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I Poked All of My 615 Facebook Friends. Here’s What Happened.
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I spent yesterday morning – the better part of two of hours – poking every person I know on Facebook. Every single person on my friends list.

The seeds for this idea (the merits of which remain still unclear to me. Was this a social experiment? A prank? A very subtle plea for help?) were planted during a dinner conversation with friends. The concept of Facebook “poking” came up, and someone said they didn’t think that feature existed anymore.

“Of course it does!” I said, a bit too enthusiastically. And just to prove it was possible, I grabbed my phone and poked my friend Jen. My reason for selecting her was simple: I knew she would be annoyed, and that we would both find amusement in her annoyance. I was at least half right.

It escalated from there.

The experiment is called, “Let’s Fuck With Jen via Facebook Poking.” — Geraldine (@everywhereist) July 28, 2015

A mild-poking war ensued, between myself and a few others who seemed to have forgotten that I have infinitely more time to spend on fruitless endeavors than they do.

For some reason Annemarie chiming in at the end of this thread just kills me.

It began with that small circle. I poked Jen, and Jen’s husband, who had done nothing (the poking finger of fate does not discriminate between the innocent and the guilty). I poked our friend Rob, who had it coming, and our friend Dana, who probably did not. I poked my friend Jonathan, who admitted that he didn’t even realize the poke still existed, a noteworthy confession because of this: he works at Facebook.

It could be argued that I won this pointless contest, poking long after the others realized that they had families and jobs and obligations outside of clicking a button on the internet that does absolutely nothing. I alone was victorious because I refused to stop playing a game with no set rules, no prizes, no objective. I am the Queen of Futility, The Champion of The Meaningless.

For those unfamiliar with it, the poke is a relic left over from the social network’s early days. You can send pokes to anyone with whom you are friends. It’s not a message, not a link. It is simply a poke – that’s the beginning and end of the interaction. They can return the poke, potentially starting an infinite loop of poking. Or they can ignore it.

For a few frenzied days, we poked with abandon, and an idea came to me, ridiculous and irresistible.

“I am going to poke every single person I know,” I told my husband.

“Well, … that seems like a good use of your time.”

I lay down ground rules for myself. I can unfriend exactly one person before starting (I choose the cousin of a friend. He and I had met once, 7 years ago. The one friend we shared is no longer on Facebook). After that, I will poke everyone I am connected to. Every single one, without context or explanation.

I go down the list methodically. Once I’ve started, there’s no turning back. Poking half the people in my list would be even more bizarre than poking everyone. Poking has become the great equalizer. In poking everyone, I have poked no one.

At first, it is delightful. I don’t know Facebook’s algorithm – if there is a rhyme or reason to why people appear in the list the way they do. But in the beginning they are all dear friends, and I flick through their pages, seeing profile pictures of them with loving spouses or beautiful children. The messages on their homepages vary – from inspirational quotes to cartoons to outrage over Sandra Bland’s death. I am proud of my friends. They care about people. They are politically aware. I love them.

After 108 pokes, barely scratching the surface of my list of more than 600 friends, I begin to hate their smiling faces. I start poking out of spite.

Approximately 23 minutes in, my rage has subsided and I’ve reached a sort of serendipity. I am going to die doing what I loved.

38 minutes in, I realize this is the stupidest thing I have ever done.

After 45 minutes or so, my arm is starting to get sore (at the elbow, interestingly, and not at the finger, where one would assume poking fatigue would hit first). I realize that if I accidentally close the window from which I am working, I will lose my place forever. I don’t know if Facebook will populate my friends list the same a second time. This prospect terrifies me.

I’m growing tired, and my finger is slipping. I almost report or block a few people instead of poking them.

Focus. Getting sloppy? That’s what gets you killed in a job like this.

I’m going insane. People have started poking me back. I have so many windows open that the dings from my computer echo ten-fold in my headphones, but I don’t have the presence of mind to remove them or even shut off the volume.

One hour in, I consider unfriending everyone who is left, including my mother, just so I can be done.

I poke people I wouldn’t be able to recognize outside of the context of their profile picture and the list of mutual friends we share. I poke people I barely know, which is inexplicably terrifying. Poking is the most minute interaction Facebook affords; if I can’t poke them, why am I even friends with them?

I hesitate before poking my unrequited middle school crush, and wonder if he will mention it to some mutual friend with whom he is still in touch. I wonder if he will interpret it as some subtle suggestion that I am unhappy with my marriage, still enamored with him like I was at 14. This is the problem with poking: in its vagueness, we can assign whatever meaning we want unto it. It means nothing and so it can mean everything.

There are reprieves. I poke my friend Chrissy without hesitation, and relish the freedom our friendship affords me: that I do not need to I explain my actions, online or off.

I poke my rival from high school. I poke my middle school tormentor. I poke my first kiss.

I poke the past.

I see who went to Ivy League schools and who had children and who never gave up the violin. All of my regrets and missed opportunities come racing back at me. There is no time to fix my mistakes. One hour and 13 minutes into this task, and I know I will never do anything but this. This is my life now.

The list is never-ending. I don’t scroll to the end for fear of losing my place or my mind. At one point, I see the end:

But then I scroll down further and discover it is a lie. Facebook is messing with me in unprecedented ways.

People have started messaging me, wondering what the hell is going on. Did I poke them by mistake? Has my account been hacked?

No, I whisper in the stale air of my office. Only my mind.

Some minutes later, I have inexplicably returned to a state of zen. I’m pretty sure this is how Buddhism started. I make a note to read up on it if I ever finish this.

I poke my husband’s colleagues, I poke my old bosses, I poke my mother-in-law. I reach across the backseat and poke my brother. He, miraculously, pokes me back. I am convinced that this is the kindest thing he has ever done for me, ever. I am nearly moved to tears.

I poke my friend’s dog.

My friend’s dog has a Facebook account. And I just poked it.

In some strange tribute that I don’t really understand, I poke Jen last.

And then I am done. Giddy, laughing, crazed, but done. I am every genius and artist who ever undertook a task greater than humanity itself. Beethoven going deaf finishing The Ninth Symphony. Michelangelo going near blind painting The Sistine Chapel. That guy on Man vs. Food who ate the Krispy Kreme Burger and probably barfed afterwards.

When my maniacal laughing subsides, some minutes or hours later (time has ceased to exist; the only currency left is pokes) I have a bevy of messages in my inbox and frenzied posts on my homepage.

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What Facebook poke means now

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The Facebook poke was once considered to be a creepy flirting tool, but it seems to have evolved into a simple and polite way to say hello to an old acquaintance.

When I went to test my own Facebook friends' reactions to the poke over a decade after it was first introduced, it was surprising to learn the poke was viewed exactly how Mark Zuckerberg wanted users to see it 11 years ago.

But let's back up.

When a little website called TheFacebook.com launched in 2004, there were very few bells and whistles. But there was one very beloved feature — a button to "Poke" other users.

The poke didn't come with any explanation or rules. Zuckerberg, then 23, said he just wanted to make something with no real purpose. For years, Facebook as a company did not explain what poking implied (see this vague interpretation from its FAQ page in 2007), and so it was up to the first generation of the network's users to define the poke.Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg with his original TheFacebook profile. Below his picture, you can see an option to "Poke Him!"Flickr/niallkennedy

Now thanks to the advent of Instagram, Tumblr, Snapchat, and Twitter, there are so many ways to tell people you approve of their online activity — with "likes" and "faves" and "hearts" — leaving the poke to fade into the background.

But that doesn't mean people have stopped talking about it.

Searching for combinations of the words "Facebook" and "Poke" on Twitter (the internet's cafeteria) yields a surprising number of recent results.

Facebook now describes poking as a way to just say hello or get your friend's attention. "People poke their friends or friends of friends on Facebook for a lot of reasons," the site's FAQ page insists.

This might have been true for the earliest generation of Facebookers. When I asked one close friend what she remembered about the Facebook poke, she immediately responded "poke wars."

"Sometimes you would log in to Facebook, poke everyone [back and forth] for a while, and then continue with the rest of your day," she recalled. From my own personal experience, "poke wars" were like a personal battle of wills, each person trying to have the last poke before signing off.The poke has always been a bit mysterious.YouTube/AppFind

In 2007, the poke had grown to be associated with a lighthearted flirt. Slate's Emily Yoffe wrote that the poke was "a form of Facebook communication for the commitment-phobe who doesn't want to rush into friendship." Again, friendship seemed to be the major underlying purpose behind the innocent website feature.

But Yoffe's definition clashes with a 2006 op-ed article from Brown University, which affiliated the poke with such a high level of sexual tension that it led two seniors to have an "awkward" one-night stand. Then there was this Mashable post, which said a poke between two people in 2007 led to their marriage in 2014.

It seemed as if Facebook's poke had evolved into a virtual pickup line. An old website called PickUpArtistMindset wrote in a 2008 post called "How to Pick Up Girls on Facebook" that "most of the work to succeeding on Facebook is before you poke her. She will receive the poke, look at your pictures, and then if she likes them she will poke back. After that simply add her as a friend and get ready to message her." How sweet.

It wasn't just sleazy pick-up artists either. In a guide for clueless moms, Good Housekeeping created a "Facebook Cheat Sheet" to help them understand teen slang. The poke, the magazine said, was reserved typically for flirting.Shutterstock

But the poke's brief tenure as the pick-up tool du jour had become deplored by 2009. "Can someone please tell me WTF is up with guys on Facebook poking you?" Glamour writer Shallon Lester wrote in 2009. "I have never once responded to a poke — and don't even get me started on whatever the hell a 'super poke' is, gag — and I urge you girls to do the same."

College Candy agreed, writing in a 2009 Facebook etiquette guide that, "Poking is not a form of flirtation."

By 2010, it seemed to be widely understood that the poke was a creepy (and lazy!) way to tell someone you would like to sleep with them. A 2010 CNN article titled "It's time to reclaim the Facebook Poke" described a survey of a bunch of people about their personal definition of the poke. Their findings? The poke was "a totally weak move."

"As one of those surveyed said: 'It's Facebook's creepy tool of socially acceptable sexual molestation,'" CNN said. Even five years ago, there were already so many other acceptable ways to flirt online that using the poke feature seemed outdated, bizarre, and alarming.

As if in response to the public's distaste for the poke, in 2011, Facebook's major redesign hid the button so that it no longer showed up on a friend's profile. If you really, really wanted to poke someone, you would have to go digging through Facebook. It now lives buried on your News Feed under the Apps section. It even prompted Mashable's Pete Cashmore to call for the death of the poke.My mom still hasn't responded to my poke from a few years ago. Thanks Mom!Megan Willett/Facebook

But it's four years later, and the poke at least remains a part of the public lexicon. Whether it's teens and tweens discovering the joys of the poke war today or people simply wondering why anyone would bother poking anymore, if Twitter is to be believed, at least some of us are still talking about it.

When I asked what the usage for the poke looked like these days, a Facebook representative told Tech Insider the company didn't keep track of that data. So I took matters into my own hands and poked numerous people whom I have varying degrees of relationships with on Facebook — from an eighth-grade math teacher to my current roommate — to see what the response from poke would be.

If the truly accepted definition was the poke was now "creepy," I was surprised to see everyone I poked (including an old teacher) all poked me back — though to be fair, they were a bit confused.

"I cannot remember the last time someone poked me," my old math teacher mused. "Probably years ago." He didn't think anything of it.

This doesn't mean the poke is safe from oblivion or even that it could be making a comeback. But there does seem be a vestige of the old power the poke once held over its early users nine years ago: Even in 2015 if a friend pokes you, it's only polite to poke them back to say "hi."

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