I call Facebook effbook because fuck Facebook. Truly.
Many moons ago, people around my age took to Facebook to reconnect with old friends and to share pictures. I had no idea that Facebook would become:
a place where…
pornography populates my feed on a daily basis
creepy guys send me messages
20somethings feel the need to post sexy brushing-my-teeth images of themselves
women fight with other women
women fight with men
men fight with each other
everyone posts their opinion about everything all the time always
one is held accountable for every passing thought you post because even if you delete it, someone with too much time on their hands has already taken a screen grab of it and reposted it
Facebook claims I know a porn star who is also friends with exactly one “friend” of mine
So, in short, I’m on Facebook to post show announcements and such (“Hey all! I’m at Greenwich Village Comedy Club tonight!”) or maybe a string of shows (“You can see me here, here and here this week!”) but that’s pretty much it. I wish very few people Happy Birthday anymore, which is easy to avoid given that I don’t personally know most of my Effbook friends.
It wasn’t adding any value to my life.
On Insta, I follow interior designers, loads of corgis and shih tzus, maternity bloggers and a few websites I really like. Nothing bad happens on Insta. Nothing threatens me. It’s glorious. So until Effbook becomes a safe place again,