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We Need To Blame Jack Dorsey & Co. For Impending Doom
Jack Dorsey is full of shit. So am I, and so are you. We complain about the evils of social media and yet we allow the addiction to cloud our ability to rescue ourselves out of the maddening affair.
I have written a handful of pieces that are directed at the normalized dysfunction of social media with the background story of why it was urgent for me to permanently close down my Facebook page.
It’s a chilly process to recall the bizarre steps that were necessary to finally remove myself from the whacky world of “friend anniversaries” and the other reminders that were almost always badly timed and often times triggering.
Did you know that the residue from your departure results in harassing emails from Facebook as the system-generated guilt trip, that does nothing more than reassure the wise decision that prompted abandoning cultish habits, until the very end?
Instagram has become my sweet spot for food porn and cute animal videos, starring mostly fun-loving elephants. The rest of the blatantly narcissistic humans, who are inexplicably convinced of their uniqueness in the selfie game, are thankfully quite easy to glaze over.
Twitter is my sickness, and I’m tragically getting sicker.
