[This is a re-post of an essay I published some months ago. Up again here and now, because I created a new page on their crap site because a lot of people think I died, or something. I’ll use the opportunity to spread the word about why people should get the heck off this HORRIBLE site.]
So, I’m off Facebook. The addiction cut quick.
Why on earth would you do that?
Well, it wasn’t my choice. Facebook in its new corporate IPO crusade to the bottom has taken issue with peoples’ nomenclature. Their names. Whereby we signed up to use this site and were not required to show papers, now, we must confirm to their NSA bent. I had a slight disagreement with this concept, so, I go.
Important to know that there are a whole host of reasons why people don’t want to use their birthname in a place as public as a post-Myspace Myspace. Half of my friends exist in the public sphere. Many of them dodge paparazzi and know detectives on a first name basis beating back stalkers. That’s just musicians, actors, directors, producers, and the most protective of their privacy, the writers.
Now, others on my page are people who work in politics in one way or another. You won’t see Senator Frank’s private page with his super-secret incog profile name. I did, but no more. And, now, I don’t even have alternate contact info for 90 or so actual business contacts; a couple hundred actual friends; and even family. You get to depend on Facebook like Ma Bell. It’s gonna be there.
Well, that ain’t the case. You have no rights. I was a stubborn ignoramus. I didn’t make sure I asked everyone for their email addresses. Their phones. Now, I’m locked out because I won’t submit to Facebook’s demand to watch me poop, metaphorically.
Why so secretive?
I’ve always been critical of Facebook’s internal security. Because I’m not a freshman noob moron. If you can maneuver around the angry and aggressive tweener brigades of wannabe bullies fouling the place up with profane, juvenile monkey-crap flinging best-of-no-show contests, you still have to deal with the reality that your personal and private information isn’t secure. It’s not as common as it used to be that a company entrusted with client information would sell it on that market. I know. In four different, but somewhat entwined industries, I spent solid dollar on these lists. Harder to score that way with eyes on it, legally speaking.
Worse, now, as you’ve seen with the Sony and now the US federal database hacks. For cryin’ out loud, everyone enduring the process of undergoing clearance background checks since 2000 have just had all of their credit and contact information stolen in a hack that is bigger anything before or after, but too big to really acknowledge without just passing out from shock.
We’re talk8ing psych backgrounds of intelligence officers.
And, you think we should even trust Facebook with even our name? Let alone our financial information.
Do yourself a favor and get everyone’s real contact information.
SAVE ALL THE DATA ON YOUR PROFILE. I used mine as a journal. A personal journal. My captions. My comments. My “notes.” All of it, gone, because Facebook DEMANDED to know everything about me.
There are alternatives. Here, of course. Use your email again. Your phones. Twitter (my profile). Anything but Facebook. The last social media company to grant your trust to.