Between Facebook prompting me to find out what “people
are saying” about every step in this presidential election and foisting “memories”
on me, I rather wish I were still in the Valley They Call Silicon so I could
deposit some sort of memory on their
doorstep.
It’s not like I don’t click the Close-X on the former
every time it presents itself to me, or on the “Hide post” box every time that
presents itself to me.
I even walk through the extremely limited and kludgy interface that
they give you to tell them which dates and people you want to block.
(And isn’t it interesting that they don’t give you the
option of never displaying used
memories ever again, and that they
frame your preferences in terms of “blocking” people, like you’re being anti-social?)
I find it both annoying and insulting that they’ve built
their little algorithms on the premise that Facebook knows better how to live
my life (both past and present) than I do.
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