I signed off of Facebook this week…for good. I’ve taken breaks before only to hear the siren call of grandkids’ pictures, recipes, decorating tips and updates on old high school friends that have me running back to that little blue square on my phone. Once I’ve clicked it I’m hooked and before I know it I’m clicking Like and commenting on cat videos.
Okay…maybe not the last one but you get the idea.
For about a year now I’ve noticed an alarming trend among my “friends” of which I’ve been turning a blind eye. Comments and stories shared and reactions to media have become more and more vicious and ugly. It’s not that I don’t agree with their views, because sometimes I actually do agree with their opinion, it’s the vitriol with which they choose to share it.
For example, the other day, when the FBI decided not to pursue prosecution of Hillary, my friend posted this, “Hillary is a cunt.”
Wait…you kiss your grandchildren with that mouth?
And before you all say anything I am fully aware that on this blog I am a big, fat potty mouth; but, and this is a big but, my grandchildren do not read this blog and even if they did, they would not know it was me. And this was just a taste of what I’ve read over that last year or so. People who I thought held an open mind about things have been gay bashing, racial profiling, unfriending each other and glorifying others and I’m left with one thought…
What. The. Fuck.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like Hillary Clinton any more than I liked her misogynistic husband. Her ambition frightens me and I’m very disappointed that when my gender finally gets a shot at the Oval, it’s her. But I am not going to reduce my debates to Trump like name calling (I don’t like him either – I will be writing in Condoleezza Rice this fall – not even kidding about that) preferring instead to simply discuss the reason why I do not think she’ll be a good president. You know…discuss the issues – her views on healthcare and the budget. The fact that she used a personal server to send confidential, government correspondence. The fact that her plans for the economy are going to tax the living hell out of me and, once again, they’ll be more pork in that legislation than in all of the Mid-West of the U.S.
Then my other friend, who never said a PEEP about Orlando or Philandro chooses instead to post a highly one sided article about the police shooting in Dallas and comment, “This shit has got to stop.” Ya think? It needs to stop for everyone! Not just the ones with which you side. Shootings and anger and hate and rage have got to stop for EVERYONE. Why do people believe they can reduce an issue as complicated and divisive as what’s going on with the police and African Americans (not just males…it’s happens to women too) to a tiny little paragraph chock full of anger, resentment and ugliness? Tell me…what in the WORLD is that going to do? If you’re angry, no matter what your views, CALL YOUR CONGRESSMAN, MEET WITH YOUR LOCAL POLICE, MEET WITH YOUR DISTRICT ATTORNEY…DO something! We all have opinions on these matters and Facebook CAN be a place in which to vent and/or debate but hate is hate is hate is hate no matter which app it hides behind. It’s ugly. It’s damaging. It serves no purpose.
Some people have asked me to reconsider and just unfriend those who offend but for me, it’s not enough. It’s almost gotten to the point that after I scroll through my feed (over which, thanks to Mr. Zuckerberg I no longer have any control) I feel like I need a shower. People have every right to say whatever they want on their Facebook feed and, like the old saying goes, I’ll defend to the death their right to say it – but I don’t have to read it. I don’t have to get my heart broken. I don’t have to walk away from my computer even more depressed and disillusioned that I was before I sat down.
So I’m finished. What’s scary is how much I miss it and how often I pick up my phone and look for the little blue app with the big F on it but my son, who signed off a couple of years ago, says that will go away after awhile. I still have Instagram to get pics of the grands and I’m trying to learn Snapchat (that sentence alone makes me feel OLD) so I’ll get my fix of social media but for now I’m going old school. I’ll use my phone for what phones should be used for…
…watching porn. 😉