Created a profile on Facebook about 20 years ago because I thought I’d need it for a project I was involved in at the time. Turns out I didn’t, so it’s sat there all this time and I’ve never posted a single thing. Friends tried to engage with me on it at first but I found it so weirdly superficial and performative that I’d be getting, for example, birthday congratulations on a public forum from people I was already on private text chats with, or would be seeing that day IRL. I mean, it’s nice and all that, but why not just say it when you see me?!
I was always pretty appalled at how freely people would post photos of their kids and intimate details of their lives. Even back then it struck me as such an invasion of their children’s privacy, creating this indelible digital archive, their whole history and childhood laid out for anyone to poke around in for the rest of their lives. And all this shit is only ever posted for the benefit of the parents, to make them look and sound like mum-of-the-year or give the illusion of some picture perfect, high achieving, glossy happy family. As a very private person, the thought of my parents (or anyone) doing this to me outside of my consent or control absolutely horrifies me.
Then there’s all the ‘look at my shiny life’ stuff, people outdoing each other with their outfits/social life/holiday destinations. And all the pressure to like and comment every fucking minute of every day, the social requirement to respond to every bit of self-absorbed bilge and vain, filtered selfie - gaaahd, makes my head hurt just thinking about it!
I’m so glad I swerved the whole thing - I knew (after the fascination of trawling through other people’s profiles had worn off, obvs) that it wouldn’t be a positive addition to my life so I just left it alone. Never bothered with the toxic swamp of Twitter, cba with Instagram. I share the very few things I want to on small, private WhatsApp groups, and that’s enough for me.
And I feel lucky to be in that position. My kids and most of the generations who are currently under 40 are enmeshed with and imprisoned by it. They do use it as a tool, but equally they’re put under constant, nagging pressure by it. The one thing
I’ve heard repeatedly from 20-somethings is that they wish they’d grown up without the existence of social media, which is so sad.