Bert Roughton reflects on the year since he abandoned the Zuckerborg. A snippet:
I now invest time formerly expended on Facebook doing stuff like reading, gardening, catching up on “Game of Thrones” (OMG, Dany!), flirting with my wife, volunteering and working with fresh focus and creativity. These things are real; Facebook isn’t.
I’ve read the back and forth in The New York Times about whether Facebook needs to be dismembered – or not. But really, who cares? It isn’t as if Facebook is some massive system that distributes food, fuel or even useful knowledge.
Facebook distributes twaddle.