I am generation Facebook.
The iconic social media platform was everything I needed it to be in college. It was a way make new friends. It was a hotline to what was going on around campus. It was this introvert’s connection to the outside world, from the safety of my home.
Unfortunately, Facebook has changed in the past decade. A lot. It’s now that outlet of choice for angry rants, cowardly complaints and flashy photo albums.
I barely recognize Facebook these days, but Facebook sure recognizes me. Rumors circulated for years, but in 2018, the public learned the truth — Facebook doesn’t keep your data as private as it claimed. Our personal information, likes/dislikes, friends’ lists, etc. were all for sale to the highest bidder.
A disgraced social media platform, fueled by the posts of negative people and used as a tool for data collection… sounds like a no-brainer. Facebook has to go.
The world disagrees with me.
To my mother, Facebook is the only way to communicate with me. She could lose her phone tomorrow and survive, but a life without Facebook video calls is not one she would like to live.
To my town, Facebook is the internet. Businesses have pages (called “sites”), events are FB-invite only, buy and sell forums (also called “sites”) have replaced garage sales.
To the internet, Facebook is the connector of accounts. I’ve clicked “sign up with Facebook” when creating an account on a website or two. The idea of being accidentally separated from my Goodreads account or losing the log-in to the account holding my First Aid certification is too much to bear.
And so, Facebook stays.