There you go; I’ve freed myself from the tyranny of Facebook. I used this method, and from the number of concerned “why aren’t you on facebook?” emails I’ve received from family members I think it’s been successful.
Yeah yeah, I should have never signed up for the privacy lunacy in the first place but it wasn’t the privacy or advertising issues that irked me, in the end. It was that I didn’t care about what 90% of the lunatics I was ‘friends’ with were saying, day to day. Most everyone I know is aware of whazzmaster and if they really want to see what’s up with me they can come here or send me an email. Pretty much the only person i know that was easier to contact via FB than via email/whazzmaster is Arlo.
I must admit that wwhazz’s nightmare scenario of his unborn childrens’ faces plastered (unwillingly) all over the online universe honestly filled me with a deep-seated, primal revulsion. I don’t dislike the ‘plaster your kids faces all over the internet’ subculture for the stupid ‘your kids will be kidnapped by child-rapers’ arguments. Instead it pisses me off because you’re establishing a durable (both in time and space) identity for your kid before they have the agency to decide for themselves what kind of online presence they’d like. I’ve basically fucked any chance I ever have for meaningful contributions to society because of this site; I wouldn’t force such things on my kids.