{"id":2145,"date":"2021-12-01T02:43:23","date_gmt":"2021-12-01T01:43:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/monblogeur.tech\/index.php\/2021\/12\/01\/facebooks-lame-attempts-to-grab-my-attention-make-it-clear-its-time-to-leave-the-guardian\/"},"modified":"2021-12-01T02:43:23","modified_gmt":"2021-12-01T01:43:23","slug":"facebooks-lame-attempts-to-grab-my-attention-make-it-clear-its-time-to-leave-the-guardian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/monblogeur.tech\/index.php\/2021\/12\/01\/facebooks-lame-attempts-to-grab-my-attention-make-it-clear-its-time-to-leave-the-guardian\/","title":{"rendered":"Facebook\u2019s lame attempts to grab my attention make it clear: it\u2019s time to leave &#8211; The Guardian"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"cfbc967f0983488262956e73eca9483a\" data-index=\"1\" style=\"float: none; margin:10px 0 10px 0; text-align:center;\">\n<script async src=\"https:\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-3859091246952232\" crossorigin=\"anonymous\"><\/script>\r\n<!-- blok -->\r\n<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-3859091246952232\" data-ad-slot=\"1334354390\"><\/ins>\r\n<script>\r\n     (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n<\/script>\r\n\n<\/div>\n<p>Clicking on my profile page is like entering a time machine to 2010. It\u2019s not a place I want to be<br \/>Last modified on Mon 29 Nov 2021 17.40 GMT<br \/><span class=\"dcr-8a14ll\"><span class=\"dcr-o4cepu\">I<\/span><\/span><span class=\"dcr-t0ikv9\">t\u2019s 2am and, for the past hour, I\u2019ve been reliving an entire decade of my life. As far as I can tell, it was a phenomenally stupid decade. If my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/technology\/facebook\" data-component=\"auto-linked-tag\" data-link-name=\"in body link\">Facebook<\/a> pictures are anything to go by, I spent all of uni honking my friends\u2019 boobs and putting things on my head. I then spent my early- to mid-20s dressed stupidly, in the company of a lot of people I now can barely remember. My God, the Hat Phase. There I am in a fedora at Pride; skinnier and better-looking, but clearly having a hard time establishing my \u201clook\u201d.<\/span><br \/>This is the longest I\u2019ve spent on Facebook in about four years. Finally, I\u2019ve decided to delete it. In my 30s, it\u2019s started to stress me out that my profile still exists. Drunk pictures of me on display for people I haven\u2019t thought about in a decade. Whatever teenage me saw worthy of a status update just <em>out there<\/em>, searchable, findable, obscured only by privacy settings that I don\u2019t fully understand.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s hard to say exactly what turned me off the platform in the first place, but I remember when it started to get a bit stinky. It was like it was going sour. It started to resemble a digital creche for boomers and people in pyramid schemes, run by the dead-eyed and passionless <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/technology\/mark-zuckerberg\" data-component=\"auto-linked-tag\" data-link-name=\"in body link\">Mark Zuckerberg<\/a> \u2013 an individual about as cool as a middle-aged geography teacher in a backwards cap, rapping about saying no to cigarettes. It was all just a bit depressing. Scrolling through Twitter, I at least <em>feel <\/em>something (usually searing rage). But Facebook seemed like an eternal 2010: indifferent, comfortable and twee.<br \/>And the less time I spent on Facebook, the more notifications I seemed to get. I started to get notifications for everything. A girl I\u2019d met in a toilet queue eight years ago was selling a drying rack. Someone I was at school with and didn\u2019t particularly like was attending a prison-themed club night. And these things I <em>needed <\/em>to know, because Zuckerberg was palpably desperate for my attention. Perhaps even more so now with the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/technology\/2021\/oct\/28\/facebook-name-change-rebrand-meta\" data-link-name=\"in body link\">\u201cMeta\u201d rebrand<\/a>, and the dogged insistence of a move, en masse, to the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/technology\/video\/2021\/oct\/29\/facebook-gives-a-glimpse-of-metaverse-its-planned-virtual-reality-world-video\" data-link-name=\"in body link\">\u201cmetaverse\u201d<\/a>.<br \/>But the task at hand \u2013 now \u2013 is to remain on this godforsaken platform, until I\u2019ve dragged and dropped every picture worth saving on to my desktop. I remember switching from Myspace to Facebook in around 2007, when I was 18. Facebook seemed a little more grown up. It was sleeker, and there was much less room for the kind of customisation that would result in sudden bedazzlement by a moving background and a blast of Mr Brightside. But with its \u201cpoke\u201d function and this newfangled idea of posting your \u201cstatus\u201d, Facebook somehow managed to convince us all it was fun.<br \/>I shared life-changing events on Facebook. I posted about new jobs and relationships. I came out on my \u201cwall\u201d. One of my last statuses was in 2017, when my mum died. And yet, when I look through the thousands of pictures of me on the platform, they\u2019re full of people I struggle to name now. Even at birthday parties, people crop up who make me wonder if I\u2019m looking at my life in an alternate universe. \u201cWho the hell is that?\u201d I keep on saying to myself. In part, this may be a glaring testament to just how bad I am at maintaining friendships. I\u2019m one of the only people I know, for example, who has now lost touch with everyone they knew at university.<br \/>It\u2019s not all misspent time, of course. I find myself tearing up a bit at the photos of an Interrailing trip I went on with my uni housemates when I was 19. There we are, posing on a bridge in Budapest, and \u2013 on a hot day \u2013 standing right in the Louvre fountain. The inside jokes start flooding back.<br \/>Facebook, I\u2019m realising, encapsulates the \u201cbanter\u201d that defined the era of 2007-2012 like almost nothing else. Which maybe isn\u2019t surprising for a social media site that started off as a place for students to rate their female classmates\u2019 attractiveness. When it went mainstream, it carried forward that founding philosophy of creepiness like the Olympic torch. In a time where your friends would tag you in pictures where you\u2019re practically dying of alcohol poisoning, this was the last moment in which social media was more id than ego. It was Fomo-inducing, but rarely aspirational.<br \/>Before clicking the final \u201cdelete\u201d on my page, I scroll through my hidden messages \u2013 those from people I\u2019m not friends with. One from a man I don\u2019t know, from 2016, simply says: \u201cbitch\u201d. I briefly consider replying, before realising just how much of a depressing act that would be.<br \/>There\u2019s nothing left for me here, I think to myself, as I say goodbye to a digital decade.<br \/>Eleanor Margolis is a columnist for the i newspaper and Diva<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/commentisfree\/2021\/nov\/29\/facebook-attention-profile-leave\">source<\/a><\/p>\n<!--CusAds0-->\n<div style=\"font-size: 0px; height: 0px; line-height: 0px; margin: 0; padding: 0; clear: both;\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Clicking on my profile page is like entering a time machine to 2010. 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