The ethics of quitting Facebook

Well, damn. Within a blink of the eye (on the geologic time scale) of me quitting Facebook because of my issue with the company’s seeming inability to treat its users fairly, this comes out: https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/10/opinion/delete-facebook.html

In short, the author argues that Facebook users shouldn’t be faced with quitting or not quitting the platform based solely on privacy or ethical reasons. Rather, it is a case of whether lawmakers will step up and exercise their regulatory powers or not. By making the decision to quit Facebook rather than lean on my elected representatives to do their job, well… hmmm. That’s a good point. But for me, it comes down to who my elected representatives are. While I trust Senators Murray and Cantwell to land on the right side of the decision, Cathy McMorris Rodgers, my House representative and the closest connection to me and my life, well, she is a complete loser on this (and most other) regulatory issues. So… yes, the current Facebook issue could be and should be dealt with at a regulatory level. But so should climate change.

Until such a glorious day arrives, I just have to do what I can do at the individual level and carry on. And it seems, unless I’m mistaken here, that that glorious day might arrive sooner if the companies I’m railing against have less clout and less money to peddle their influence. That’s where individual action comes in.

Facebooked

Well, it finally happened. I was clinging to the edge of the Facebook cliff, looking for every reason to hang on. I really did enjoy using the platform. I liked staying in loose contact with a whole host of people that I don’t see on my day-to-day ramblings around town. Whose kids are graduating from high school, who is traveling to Italy, who is getting engaged? Those sorts of things.

But the Facebook B.S. just kept rolling and I finally had to pull the plug. Beyond the shenanigans of Facebook’s C-suite of decision makers, here’s the thing that bothered me the most about Facebook: it forced me to communicate in the same way to my co-workers as I would to my Mom as I would to my kids’ friends as I would to my college roommates. That’s silly. And unnatural. Each of those populations needs and deserves its own dialect and tone. Will this site solve that problem? Probably not, but at least I can deal with those issues and not have to worry about how complicit I am in Facebook’s latest round of moral shortcomings. I don’t like to worry and there are enough things in this world to worry about that are outside my control that it strikes me as somewhat reasonable to scratch one — just one! — thing off my list of things to worry about.