Hallelujah, noel, be it heaven or hell, the Facebook we get, we deserve.
Why yes, jerk, nearly dying twice so far this year, and having two baseball sized bleeding tumors removed from my liver was very hard. So was having my wrist fucked up so badly that I may never regain full use of my dominant hand. Thanks for noticing. You’re a real sweetheart.
This, exactly. It has nothing to do with being afraid of change or technophobic. Can you block Facebook itself? Is there some way to keep them from pawing through every aspect my online habits? Yeah every service of any kind everywhere does it. That doesn’t mean I have to like it or welcome another infopire into my life.
Did you even read what I wrote? I didn’t use it until today. When it got to a point that I had to in order to do the work I need to get done. I’m not forbidding anybody else from using it. I just hate it for a lot of reasons. HATE.
I’m sorry to hear that. I myself had three people I loved dearly die all within less three months of one another earlier this year – my grandmother, my grandfather, and my favorite uncle. He was only 59 and had been struggling with cancer for almost ten years. I’ve had two seizures since then – after being seizure free for over three years. I have no insurance, and my neurologist will no longer take people who pay out of pocket. And if that wasn’t enough, my cat died.
No one’s saying you can’t gripe. Just that your anger is waaaaaay over the top. FB is NOT that bad. Yes, it may be that last straw. But not like that. Wipe the spittle from your keyboard. And if you want to bitch without people commenting, get a blog.
Life sucks.
poke with a stick
Life imitates the OP.
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Why not just set up a Facebook account with a fake name. Tell club members your fake name, but don’t tell anyone else.
I’m sorry for your loss Guinastasia.
I didn’t say that people can’t comment. I do wish they would bother to read the post and the responses first. I should really stop being surprised by how little is too much to ask of people. I also shouldn’t be surprised that most of you can’t even begin to understand why I’m so angry. It’s complicated. Complicated things require thought beyond, “What’s the most hateful thing I can vomit out into the world right now?” Again, asking too much of people.
I hate Facebook because, no thank you, Netflix, I don’t want to share with my Facebook friends that I just streamed Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer. And get bent, Amazon, I do not want you to post on my Facebook wall that I just purchased a Mangroomer Electric Back Hair Shaver. And fuck you, iPad apps, for always making it so easy to send media to Facebook, but often a pain in the ass to try to send it to some other app that might actually have some productive value.
Step off, Facebook! Step. off.
Must confess to being bewildered as to why Facebook is so popular in the marketing world and also in the online discussion world. I use FB but take no notice of businesses or discussions over 20 posts long. Its a clumsy and awkward medium if you expect to go anywhere beyond your immediate friends and family.
By contrast I check about five boards every day and cannot remotely imagine picking up the same diversity of opinions from FB.
I spurn it as I would a rabid dog.
Having retread the OP, I’m guessing your miffed over not having acquired many friends. Amirite?
I’d suggest working on the negative attitude, then contacting everyone you know from MySpace with friend requests.
Unless you have a very unusual name I doubt you’ll be found. You don’t have to fill in any contact info, and locking it down really does work well. You can (or at least you used to be able to) make it so that no-one can contact you, but you can contact others.
Or as others have suggested make up a name and tell only the club members.
FB really isn’t worth all the frothing, pro or con. I use it in a very limited fashion, I like it for the most part, and I get a bit miffed about all the ‘sign in w/ FB’ and ‘share on FB’ stuff too. But life is too short to get so worked up over shit like this - to me anyway. I’d rather be happy than angry all the time.
To the OP, I’m a high volume internet user and I’ve never seen a facebook or twitter page and wouldn’t know what to do with one if I did, so it is possible for a life online to be lived without it.
I do know some of our friends share our movements and photos with their facebook “friends” (when we visit etc.) and I find that very bad manners but what can we do? It seems to be the default with a certain type of person who has to “share”.
I don’t get it at all. We are intensely private people and wouldn’t dream of sharing details of what we were doing with anyone outside of an anonymous post or a face-to-face conversation. As a result facebook and similar services will never be a part of my life. I may have to adapt slightly to get around its default use but I’m sure I’ll survive.
Take a Groucho Marx view of this, if someone is so thoughtless as to make facebook membership a prerequisite for a social event then that is probably a social event worth missing.
I don’t want Facebook either. I imagine I’d feel the same way as the OP if I had to join it. (Note to self: Don’t join any clubs).
And I liked the over-the-top ranting. “Cocksucking asshole magnet”, come on! Imma get that embroidered on a hat. 
I hate Facebook, too. I hate that it’s become necessary to have Facebook if you want to have any friends, apparently - no one will e-mail you anymore. Gotta be on FB. Well, fuck 'em, I say. If they can’t be arsed to send me an e-mail then I guess they’re just not worth it.
It’s damn good to have a place to say I hate Facebook. All you Facebook lovers, there are 100 threads for you to fellate the very idea of Facebook. I endorse this thread wholeheartedly.
By the way, not for nothing, and whatever qualifiers you want to start this off…
Can we stop assuming that everyone that dislikes/hates/mildly has a distaste for Facebook is some kind of stuck in the 60s anti-anything cool and hip goddamned Luddite? Please?
Seriously, not all anti-FB people are driving around with 8-track tape players in our 74 Pinto.
I had a Facebook account for fucking years!!! I was even (gasp) a fairly early adopter. I, like many others could not imagine a world without Facebook. I had the app, I had the full-on life integration with the entity that is Facebook. Checked it constantly, first thing in the morning, last thing at night. Friends galore. Posted often, I even gaddamned “liked” other peoples posts.
Guess what? At some point I decided that for ME (not you, I’m not the boss of you), it was not worth it. The time, effort, attention, and mindshare was not worth it to me. I decided to cut back. If someone sent me a message on FB, it forwarded to my e-mail, and I responded (or didn’t) there. My friends figured it out. “Oh he prefers e-mail, I’ll just use that” Smart friends. I checked FB maybe every other day, then it was once a week, then it was “oh crap, it’s been a month since I checked”. Gradually stopped even checking at all.
A few months later, I just deleted the account. If I went to high school with you, and I haven’t talked to you in 25 years, then guess what? We probably don’t really NEED to catch up.
Now I don’t hate FB with the white-hot intensity of the OP, but those of you who assume that anyone not active on FB is stuck in the past, you are approaching that level of ire. Facebook is a fad, like many fads before it. Don’t believe me, well go check your MySpace page for an update.
I resisted Facebook for a long time, for all the reasons people have stated, but now that I’m on it, I find that having a busy life and far-flung friends, it’s really a great way to interact with people. I am really annoyed by my two remaining friends who refuse to use Facebook. At this point, it’s just anti-social.
Just sign up under an alias and don’t post any pictures.
Yeah, well, fine, I’m anti-social. I’ll just commence biting everyone who asks me if I’m on Facebook.
You did sort of bury the lede on this one. If I were, say, struck by lightning, and then woke up from a 2-year coma to find my house was foreclosed on, my cat had died, and wife had run off with my best friend, my first instinct would not be to Pit the lack of variety in hospital Jell-O.