How I Quit FB

Tales of Life After Facebook

Does Facebook make teenage girls depressed?

“Girls post the happy things and they turn the camera on themselves so it’s ‘look here at what I’m doing,’” Dr. Sax told AdelaideNow. “Then they look at all the other girls’ Facebook pages, look at them being happy and think ‘my life sucks, look at all the things those girls are doing and how much fun they’re having.’ The problem is she is spending all this time on her presence on Facebook and not nurturing strong friendships because Facebook prioritises acquaintances. Many girls now say they don’t have one or two best friends, they have 12, 15, 20. They are losing the skills to nurture close friendships.”

FB and the filter bubble: Democracy Now! interviews Eli Pariser

“Take news about the war in Afghanistan. When you talk to people who run news websites, they’ll tell you stories about the war in Afghanistan don’t perform very well. They don’t get a lot of clicks. People don’t flock to them. And yet, this is arguably one of the most important issues facing the country,” says Pariser. “But it will never make it through these filters. And especially on Facebook this is a problem, because the way that information is transmitted on Facebook is with the ‘like’ button. And the ‘like’ button, it has a very particular valence. It’s easy to click ‘like’ on ‘I just ran a marathon’ or ‘I baked a really awesome cake.’ It’s very hard to click ‘like’ on ‘war in Afghanistan enters its 10th year.’”

my decision to leave was ultimately political.

i decided to stop using the site, because it’s not conducive to how i view community.  people seem to want to maintain superficial levels of conversation; and when you actually try to have any sort of dialog/deep critique forward, you either get bombarded with insulting comments about your character, or simply ignored.  what is the point of using a site like facebook if you don’t want to have anything beyond superficial connections? that gets old really fast.  my brain requires more than superficiality. 

i’m also not into the idea of being labeled a ‘consumer’ when i use the site.  i have used it mainly to share socio-political news and information which otherwise does not get covered by major media.  i never used the site to speak about what i ate for breakfast, what shoes i purchased or who i found attractive.  i never shared information i felt was extremely private, since it’s the internet.  the ads on facebook never swayed me to purchase anything they showed. 

my decision to leave facebook was more political than social.  although the purpose of the internet is not to protect privacy; the callousness in which zuckerberg treats those who ‘patronize’ his business warrants as much of a boycott from me as any other business which disrespects its ‘customers’. 

when i left, i had no desire to return.  when they give you that 14-day window to return, i thought that window took too long.  i did as myself if that was a way for the site (as well as the government) to gather all of the information on you before you go.  interestingly, the second i deleted the account i forgot about it.  it’s a wonderful feeling to not have the site on your radar.  there were many who were sad i left and asked me to return.  i’ve met some great people on the site i continue to communicate and share friendships with.  however, if a business (or site) does not meet any of my needs, then i don’t see the point in continuing. 

Two Weeks Notice

When I started covering up half my computer screen with a piece of printer paper to avoid being bombarded with ads and updates and pictures and people of whom I cared very little, mucking through the excess only to forget why I logged on in the first place, I knew it was time to get out.

My account had been floating about in deactivated limbo for over a year, before it was possible to permanently delete it.  Today marks its two weeks notice.  Gone for good.

I should have trusted my first impulse

I resisted joining Facebook for the longest time. But increasingly, all the right people seemed to be moving there, and so I joined the crowd.

And immediately regretted it. Story after story about Facebook’s abysmal policies towards privacy. An endless stream of “wall” posts from the small-minded, religious fanatics who attended high school with me. The inane stream of Farmville updates. I think I only lasted a couple of months before I closed my account.

And I haven’t regretted it even once since then.

"Cutting the Social Networking Cord"

For the longest time I thought I was disappointed with facebook. I wasn’t. I was disappointed with myself for giving facebook as much time as I did.