Whose Space?

Rating: MS
Warning: I'm feeling ornery. You've been duly warned.
I'm not going to comment on the My Space suicide (although I guess I sort of just did). I am a Facebook user myself, and I do not have a My Space account. This is only because I don't want the hassle of keeping track of two such accounts. I keep up with many people through Facebook--former students, high school/college friends, people from church--and I find out much about them. When a former student announces an engagement or pregnancy, I'm happy for them (unless they are too young to get married or unwed and shouldn't be pregnant--but that's another blog for another day).
Then my husband happened to set up a My Space account, primarily because of his job. He happened to stumble across the fact that I'm going to have a new niece or nephew. Here's the thing, I don't mind finding out such news by computer. I don't mind finding out such news about far-away friends by Facebook. I DO mind finding such things out about family by accident. I wonder how long it might have been before they told me if I didn't happen to see the post and search for the answer.
Here's the advice part (you knew it would come): Do the right thing and tell your family yourself. Don't let them happen to stumble across it, and don't forget how to spell assume when you assume they'll find out via family grapevine.