You won’t find me on Facebook anymore.


Once upon a time there was a boy.   This boy was ambitious and clever. The lives of others were a game to him.  It could be said he was inspired by the matrix or the sims, spurred on by a lack of empathy, and drunk on the buzz he got from sucking us all in.  It is known that he got very rich, very quickly, by harvesting the souls of the unsuspecting,  the willing and the vulnerable.   Each soul he took, in turn sort more.  A zombielike army, smiling, welcoming.

The illusion created was one of sharing, caring, connection.  Willingly we joined, created groups for the likeminded and pages for passions.  It was everything and nothing, all consumming and consumed.

The reality, however, was not one of connection. Deluded by this false connection, we interacted with our ‘friends’ with likes and empty comments, or worse with bullying harassment and ‘trolling’.  We were glued to the product of this boy’s creation because without it we were lost.  We spent all our time seeking this connection, it was all too easy.  A click here and there, we felt we knew people better, we felt we’d visited them and even conversed.  Without this, we believed we would lose touch.

To connect in real life might take less time, but it takes far greater effort.

Some feel that without this platform,  this social medium, they would be isolated, because facebook is the only way they can contact people.  It gets them through the days that are otherwise void of contact.  We are too busy to call.  Too busy to write an email.  And too modern for letters.

Too busy on facebook.

But it gets worse.  Facebook was charming at first, with its fishtanks and gardens, it was new and exciting, our email addresses became nothing more than a login.  But facebook was a demanding and controlling ‘partner’.  We were threatened with bans if we ‘misbehaved’, we were punished for sharing the ‘wrong’ type of posts.  A pattern emerged.  Posts that empowered women were against ‘community standards’.

It doesn’t end there.  You’ve heard of fake news, open your eyes to fake social media.  There are paid profiles. People are employed by multinationals to spruik products and ideas in a seemingly organic way.  They troll the social media for the keywords, and join the groups and interact ‘normally’, you believe they are genuine.  They are not.

Social media exists to mine your data and sell you shit you don’t need, feed you ideas that suppress you and give you ‘information’ to control you.

My breaking point came when I couldn’t call myself what I wanted.  I found this ‘relationship’ to be unsafe. Unhealthy.  I am not going to play anymore.

My work is about helping women realise their power.  I will not conform to a community that finds nipples offensive but allows blatant misogyny.   That finds birth images violent but actual violence acceptable.  That makes hate speech a pasttime.

Facebook is no womansland.

Facebook is an abusive partner that isolates you from real connection.

And I say NO.

I deleted my account.  You can too.




5 thoughts on “You won’t find me on Facebook anymore.”

  1. Pingback: A breech in community standards – Beautiful Heart


    This article shows a ‘joke’ that facebook determined does not breech community standards. (See ping back above to see something that does breech the standard)

    Facebook is an illusion, a delusion even. It is over a year since deleting facebook, which meant losing my 1200+ likes on my bellabirth page (also deleted…many years of sharing resources, highlighting powerful women, and being constantly banned). I do not blame my troll/reporter/disagree. It is the community standards that are the problem. When the joke is ok, but powerful women are not. When porn is ok, but birth and breastfeeding are not. When this is the community standard…find a new community. In the last year, my community has strengthened. Real life connections have become deeper. My website has not had less hits, this blog is still seen. Facebook is not necessary.

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