So I was thisclose to joining Facebook. Honestly, truly, swear to god. It was right on the verge of happening, the result of me finally caving in to increased pressure from friends and acquaintances. But that’s ok. That’s not the problem. The problem is that on the VERY DAY I had planned to do my Facebook signup, this troubling story about the social networking site was plastered all over the web. Excuse me, but what kind of creepy, bumbling, suspicious, Orwellian crap is this? Asking for government-issued photo IDs? Phishing emails? Bugs? Hacking? Unresponsive customer service? And only women’s accounts?? Fuck outta here with that shit.
I have harbored trepidations about joining Facebook for a long time. Now, just as my attitude had finally swung in favor of getting on the Facebook bandwagon, all this recent bad PR has swung my pendulum back against it, this time for good I’m afraid. Do not want. Do. Not. Want.
Eh. I’m over it. I apologize to my friends who were prodding me. I recognize that they were doing so with the best of intentions and I feel bad disappointing them. But Facebook just rubs me the wrong way. The dubious privacy issues, the data mining, and the Mark Zuckerberg douche factor are too repellent.
If you are reading this post right now then you are on Museworthy. And Museworthy is my teensy little corner of the internet. I love it here. This is all I need. I simply don’t have that void that requires filling by Facebook. If I want to communicate with my friends I call them or email them or text them. What’s the big deal? And if my friends want to know what’s going on with me and my life, they can call or email me. They can also come right here to Museworthy. Now I ask you, isn’t this a much nicer place than Facebook? 🙂