Well there you go again, Mark Zuckerberg, winning and influencing friends.
BAHAHAHA. Yeah, right.
Several months ago, I went to post something to my Facebook page I had created for this blog, and the page was gone. Poof. Gone. Just like a bad blind date. Never to be seen again.
Thinking it a blip in the technological sphere, since they seem to be ever more present, I waited a few days and tried again. Then waited a few more, trying again.
Because I enjoy repeating myself and making efforts in redundancy my thang.
Reaching out to Facebook’s useless help squad, I got a message a few weeks later saying they’d look into my concern, but basically they do not respond to individuals.
How helpful. Asshats.
I commented about this on my personal FB page, most people saying the deletion of the page was something skin to blasphemy. This is why they’re my friends. And then someone sent me link to an article saying Facebook had deleted pages with potentially dangerous content. And since my page was titled Dangerously Beautiful, maybe I fell into that sinking ship.
Cause Dangerously Beautiful is really a dangerous thing.
If they zapped my page simply because the title contained the word dangerous then they are bigger dipshits than I ever imagined.
So I sent in another request. And got the same response.
In the end, the page for this blog is gone. And I no longer care. I have removed the link.
And I’m just about to delete my personal account, but I do like following my friend’s vacations, their children, their dogs and cats and horses, etc. It’s how I stay in touch with my former students and watch them blossom into these incredible adults I sometimes wondered if they could be.
I’m not worried about my information being out there. The notion of not being found or being hacked is so long gone for me that I can’t even begin to explain. I’ve had my airline accounts hacked and had others book tickets on my miles. I’ve had to replace my passport because my airline account was affixed to my passport, and even the US Passport Authority could not ensure me that my passport was safe at that point. Almost ev-ver-ry single time we travel, one of our credit cards gets hacked.
In the end, we’re simply ever changing our passwords, making them more and more encrypted, changing our credit cards like others might change underwear, and have every alert humanly possible set up on all our accounts.
— DangerouslyBeautiful (@DBmoms) October 22, 2018
See you in the blogging world, my friends. And thank you for your patronage to this fine site.
At least WordPress still is a good place, and I thank them for that, their awesome customer service agents with whom I can chat in real time, and actually seem to care about their clients.
Piss off, Zuckerberg.