I have wrestled with the value of being a constant presence on FB since 2007, especially in light of this latest fiasco. I stayed, primarily to share stories about the too obscure issue of family and youth homelessness. I also injected photos of my travel, I live and work in my van, wandering backroads as I chronicle nomadic lives (www.hearus.us).
Ironically, last Saturday, for reasons unbeknownst to me, FB police told me they were discontinuing my account until they could verify my authenticity. That’s it. When will I get to return? Will I?
Sure I can post on Twitter and Instagram. But my FB relationships I’ve cultivated are a big loss if I don’t soon get to return.
My investment in FB hasn’t been money, though they’ve reaped plenty on the backs of millions like me. My time is valuable. I deserve a chance to clean out my FB desk, gathering my data they’ve accumulated, and to say goodbye to my friends.
No recourse. And in the meantime, Zuck and his pals will slither away, laughing all the way to the bank.
Those of you still romping freely on FB, beware. At least download your pictures and data. Ya never know when you’ll get kicked out of the House that Zuck built.