The news is exasperating, frightening, and relentless. Like a malignant shadow. In trying to escape it, I put my home delivery of the NYT on hold for the month of May. The never-ending death counts and reports of presidential malfeasance were keeping my blood pressure up and refusing to let me sleep. Not that I didn’t see it all online, anyway.
I am quitting Facebook. I have been concerned (wow, what a mamby-pamby word), angry, and resentful of the reports of what happens to my data, the ad tracking, the kow-towing of FB leadship to this administration, and the refusal to demonstrate and practice oversight and ethics surrounding hate groups, foreign and domestic government interference, and non-human contributions. And every time I log in, I am faced with the horrifying news again.
The difficulty in this decision is that I have come to know a lot of people online — all over the world — whom I respect, enjoy, seek out, and worry about. I don’t know how to continue those relationships. I don’t want to lose them.