Time to complain about Facebook again

I was booking a reservation at a small mom-and-pop type hotel and the booker said something like, “If you like our place after your stay, you can like it on Facebook!”

And I said, “I don’t have a Facebook account. Not my kind of thing.”

From the reaction I got, you’d think I’d said, “I just killed and ate a few children and boy, was it fun! I hope to do it again real soon.”

In my lifetime I remember how anything anyone did online was considered weird and undesirable, to now where not giving your entire life away to a sociopath is considered socially unacceptable. When I first started using BBSes in the mid-80s, it was a niche activity that only complete and utter loser nerds did.

Now Facebook – which is essentially a shitty, privacy-free BBS – is nearly de rigeur for integration into polite society.

Well, you know what? I’m only faking being part of polite society, so fuck all that.