I do admit I have profited from it. Okay that’s french-speak because I just listened to a little french girl tell a story. I have benefited from facebook, from finding out about more videos and interesting news. Facebook is bad like the newspapers who feed you junk news, censored news, twisted news, and occassionally great news. Facebook is bad like coffeeshop and watercooler gossip which feeds you nonsense but occassionally good tips. Facebook is bad like grandmother advice which owes much to habit and
heresy hearsay but sometimes to good experience. Facebook is bad like hoarding junk in your storeroom but sometimes you are so glad you kept that memento. (why is memento not momento?)
Facebook is bad like thermal ink that fades in time, like water inks that run in the rain, like paper napkins that disintegrate in the wash, like post-it notes that drop off. They are but
medium media that we write and express ourselves on. There are perhaps better alternatives. Better alternatives are not always available or on-hand. What matters more is the words, the meaning, the message, and not losing sight of the real purpose. Life isn’t about a war on social networks.