I think maybe my perspective on this is a bit different. I went to university in the US donkeys years ago and I had a Facebook account sort of at the “beginning” when it was strictly for universities, and there were only about 10 universities on it. You had to have an email address from a university to sign up. So it was a very different type of social network - there was no sharing about kids, no #blessed, no focus on relationships because the vast majority of people weren’t in one. You could also say what you liked and make whatever groups you wanted as there was no fear your family or your mum or an employer would be on there. As soon as they started “opening” it up, that was the end of that era, and people started joking that as soon as their mum could “friend” them, it was time to get off Facebook, especially if their photo albums were nothing but pictures of drinking parties.
I actually stayed on for quite a while after uni, but I quit Facebook eight years ago while my husband was in Afghanistan. I was admittedly having a very difficult days, it was a hard deployment (nine months, barely any communication except emails once a week, being shot at, the poor man didnt even really get showers, came back and had lost almost 10kg he couldn’t afford to lose) and I posted something about my concern for his safety. Another Forces wife I was just passing acquaintances with and “Facebook friends” messaged and asked me if I could not bring that up because it really upset her and she was just too worried about her own husband. Her husband was also in Afghanistan... but he was a mechanic who never left the large main base, got a shower every night, could call her all the time, eat whatever he wanted, and the biggest danger for him was probably a hangnail.
And then she posted about HER worries for how much danger her husband was in, and all these people who didn’t understand he was perfectly safe jumped in to comfort her, and she was, “thanks, luv
”-ing them. I had already seen the signs of how fake Facebook was getting but that was it, THE SIGN, for me. I just know if I’d stayed on, I’d have become one of those bitter people who let all the Facebook grief thieves and drama queens raise their blood pressure.