30 April 2019

Some Quasi Public News

I'm deleting my Facebook account. It'll be gone May 1st 2019. There are at least 12 reasons why this is the right thing for me to do. But I'll give you my top five.

5. Facebook is bad 

I respect that a site that started as "Hot or Not" was never going to be the change we needed to see in the world. But Facebook is bad. Facebook is bad. Facebook is bad. Facebook is bad. Facebook. Man. It's bad.

4. I want to still like you(r mom)

I'm angry. I've been angry since America let itself out of hiding in 2016. My Anger is neither compartmentalized nor discreet. Rather than lift for moments of joy, my Fury acts as a filter. It dials up certain hues, tagging both friend and foe. I see your posts. I see your likes. I hear your dog whistles go out. I see people I considered decent choose dangerous ignorance. There are people who believe doctors are conspiring with new mothers to kill newborns -- but who are also SILENT about kids being taken from their parents and denied human contact. It does not compute. I don't want to have an aneurysm. I don't want to sneer if we're ever face to face. We need time apart.

3. 2020 is coming

Look, trutheagleforfreedom.net is not a legitimate news source. I -- a person trained as an actual journalist -- had planned to spend the election cycle explaining that, but that onus is not on me. Ignorance is your choice. You've made it. I choose to leave you to it. The woman who was in charge of The United States stealing children was forced to resign because she wanted to focus on election interference. To recap: the stealing / losing of children was fine. But when she wanted to look at preserving our democracy, she had to go. The misinformation is going to be high, folks. And as previously stated, I am aneurysm-averse. 

2. From Cute to Creepy

When your babies were babies, you were in pictures with them. It was great seeing you discover this new part of yourself. But now your kids are little people. And you're not posing with them -- in fact, they're often posing with other kids whose parents don't even know me. My feed can be just groups of kids leaving me to guess the one whose parent I used to know. That's simply not the content I want. I was there for you. But you're hiding from me.

Me with a stack of doughnuts.

1. I want to write

There's undoubtedly a correlation between my prolific Facebook use and my dwindling blogging. I have blog-length thoughts. I do a good job of distilling the main ideas down to pithy posts. But issues deserve nuance. Opinions deserve explanation. I deserve catharsis while I'm paying for this domain. Life can be overwhelming. I want to document what's happening. I want to leave crumbs that can be studied in conjunction with my memoir. I want to write a memoir. And when it comes to Facebook, I want out.