Facebook? Or Death?

 Popehat/Domestic Enemy Hat:

I just want to mention that “I don’t even HAVE Facebook” has not quite reached the level of insufferable signaling that “I don’t even HAVE a television” once was, but goddamned if some of you aren’t doing your absolute best.

I have been on Facebook twice; both times because a business was there, and there alone (yes, this was a long time ago). Both times I had to sign up to get any use out of it. 

I didn’t. Sign up, I mean.

I have Twitter and BlueSky accounts. I only use them to read. I never post on either one, and never want to. I wasted eons of precious time (so it seems now) on Salon’s Table Talk (you must be this old 👆to remember that), and still more time on a blog to remain nameless here. Now I confine myself to this little noticed space where it pleases me to spout off all but unnoticed.

That is just fine with me.  Besides, I never wanted to be telling people I’d stubbed my toe or eaten a meal. I didn’t want to know that about them, either.

I am neutral about not having Facebook. 

But if I mention Facebook and you come in saying WELL I DON’T HAVE FACEBOOK you probably have other unfortunate social habits, like poetry or public masturbation.

Well, I have to plead guilty to the poetry.