As of this morning, and as according to Russia Today, more than 22 000 people had already pledged to shut down their Facebook accounts in protest.
Hurrah!
I am getting an especially big kick out of this worldwide protest against Facebook given my own quite vociferous anti-Facebook post on this very blog just over a month ago. At the time I ranted at how inane, boring and vapid, even downright creepy, I had found the site in just under three months of use. I had simply hated it. And, yes, there had been something decidedly unnerving about all the incessant rumours going around that Facebook did not protect users' information.
My mother, who seems to become more and more the vocal social activist with each passing day, immediately told me to cancel her Facebook account when I told her about the campaign this morning. She made that perfectly clear - and it had to be today, given the said international protest.
Never one to pass on an opportunity to stick it to the Big Ugly Corporate Man, I seized the opportunity to do just as instructed by my mother. It was with some glee that I went through the process of deactivating her account.
Thanks for that, mom. It was most enjoyable.
However, I use the word 'deactivate' with a big, fat caveat - after all, as I found out to my dismay when deactivating my account last month, one never really deactivates one's account on that despicable little site. That is a most disconcerting realization to have to confront. Especially when one has such a contemptible opinion of the site and cannot wait to be rid of it in one's life.
But, at least for now, I have had the pleasure of yet again giving Facebook just a tiny little middle finger.
And I did so with relish.
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