I moved most of my commenting to Facebook a couple of years ago because that seemed to be where the action was. Last week, partly impelled by the Cambridge Analytica fiasco, partly out of frustration with the social media bubble, I cancelled my personal Facebook account. Yesterday I cut my cord, trading in my expensive Direct TV account for a cheaper streaming alternative. What’s next, trading in my iPhone for something cheaper? Maybe. Probably, I’m just trying to escape from Trump.
I’ll post my blog comments on my Author’s page now, but it’s mostly unread because I don’t pay Facebook ad money. It’s going to be a little lonely now, living without Likes and Comments from the Internet, but I suspect it’s healthier to not have the illusion of being an influencer. I’m just a guy who wrote a handful of books now, who occasionally screams that the sky is falling.
It is, it is.