Salty over Facebook? What Are You Doing About it?

This post was going to be about Facebook bending us over in the trust department and Zuckerberg’s Facebooksplainin’ about how we allowed all they’ve done to us.

~friendly non-threatening face here~

He’s not entirely wrong.

We willingly let him in, thereby signing up for our personal Brutification (et tu, Mark?), so it seems childish to…

HANG ON.

Screw childish. Screw hitting “agree” to terms and services that left out the brazen bits. Screw anyone who thinks you’re too lazy/stupid/uninformed to care. What Facebook has done is scandalous, treacherous and outright illegalous (alliteration is hard, yo).

This post is so gonna be about that.

Salty? F-yeah, I am. Aren’t you?

You either throw a defiant finger on the way out – #deletefacebook – or you stay and drink from the tainted well.

I am salty over the blatant disregard for my privacy and the lies that have been offered in rebuttal.

Damnit, Mark.

NOTE #1: Looks like Facebook has been building their domination on the backend for years, expecting a #deletefacebook movement.

They’re banking on us not being able to untangle their sticky web into our lives.

My dilemma, and I bet yours, is staying in touch with those you love through social media.

NOTE #2: To be clear, I’m not naive. I know it’s more than Facebook. The Internet is so interconnected, you’d be a fool to think if you log on that you have any privacy.

You know, other than if you’re going commando at this very moment. I don’t think The Zuck knows about that. #dontaskdonttell

I want to delete my personal account, but two things stop me.

#1: Business pages must be tied to a personal page. (yes, I know the workarounds)

#2: You. My beloved babies.

NOTE #3: It has been brought to my attention that some folks think “babies” is condescending. If this is you, you’re in the wrong place, my sweet potato pie.

Shit.

I. Want. Out.

For those who are curious, I’m working on a plan to do just that. If it succeeds, I’ll come back here and teach you how to do it too – FOR FREE.

Why free?

Why not capitalize on your pain points, Zuck 2.0-style? Because I don’t roll that way. Ever.

Everyday, I’m twitchy with the newest bits of treachery. Albeit, never surprised. If you are, well, bless your heart, you are new here.

The question that haunts me: How can I ditch you and your lovely news of success and goals met? Your reaching out to community in times of pain or confusion? Of babies born, parent’s deaths or doggos doing the silliest of thangs?

How can I say I never want to be part of your online lives? A part of life’s yin and yang? Of joy and heartbreak?

How will I know when to pray for your needs? Your immediate heartaches? Or offer thanksgiving for the most. amazing. thing. ever!

If I left, I would would feel the emptiness in the depths of my bones and miss you.

My guess is you feel the same.

I want to punch Facebook in the throat and leave it gasping for life-giving breath, as we are left to make a choice between being connected and allowing their dishonest nonsense, or the heartache of turning out the lights and stopping the delightful party of online community.

Shame on you, Mark.

Shame on you for making us love you, then turning into the bad boyfriend we have no choice but to leave.

Don’t keep telling us you love us, that you are simply trying to connect the world in unity, then turn around and rifle through our bags looking for what you can sell, for what benefits you and betrays us.

Get the hell outta my house.

Yeah, I’m salty about my either or.

Are you?

Are you salty?

What the hell are you doing about it?

I ask in all sincerity.

WHAT ARE WE TO DO?

#DramaticMuchWoman

Y’all. Here’s what I know:

~ Mark f’d up – BIG TIME.

~ Greed of money or power will do that. Folks get where they think they can’t lose and feel entitled to what they what, when they want it – regardless of anything or anyone else.. Um, hello, Hillary.

~ We HAVE a choice.

Will we tell ourselves he is misunderstood and needs another chance, or allow our bad boyfriend the space to continue telling us one thing, yet doing another?

Let’s think this through and figure out a way to keep the love, the warmth, the doggo silliness.

Let’s ditch the rest.

I feel a brainstorm sesh brewin’.

Are you in?

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