To hell with Facebook
Recently I used a “Log in using your Facebook account” button on a blog somewhere to leave a comment. I was then informed that doing so would “reset my privacy settings to Default” and on checking, it was true. All the adjustments I’d made to my Facebook privacy settings were gone and everything was set so that “friends of friends” could see everything. (A little math would reveal why that’s a staggering number of people even if, like me, you don’t have that many friends).
It’s always been like this: I set things the way I want them, and two weeks later Mark Zuckerberg decides he isn’t fully monetizing every minutia of everyone’s life and the privacy settings get changed again.
I’m not a super privacy freak, though I don’t put anything online that would worry me for my mother or my employer to know about. But for some reason just using the site raises my blood pressure. And Facebook is a closed system – a sort of walled community. Facebook wants to be the Internet and they just aren’t up to it. I’ve worked with the Internet, Facebook; and you’re no Internet.
I need an account because sometimes I use it to access the College account but otherwise, I’m going minimal. I’ve stripped out as much personal information from my profile as I can. I’ll “friend” people that I actually know in some way (please don’t be offended if I don’t recognize you – sometimes context plays identification tricks on my mind). But otherwise the profile is only required information and I won’t checking the account very often. I’m generally much happier with blogging, Twitter, and Google Reader.
- This is a story told entirely in Joy Of Tech comics; I’m not trying to make some big serious point here other than that I just really dislike Facebook. Others have gone to depths of analysis on the subject.