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Because sometimes Facebook isn't good enough.

I decided to try blogging again. In the middle of the night, I start to write long political arguments that maybe sometimes start to be interesting enough to put out on the web. Scary right? Facebook just doesn't offer the right medium to put my ideas out there. In the beginning Facebook was the shiz! and then they started letting 13-year olds sign up and that was the end of a good thing. Facebook was a way to help people stay connected, and now it is a place to put your suped up emoticons and pictures of things that we really don't need or want to see in the first place. We do it because its there and its easy. Click the like button, click the share button. Sometimes I think there needs to be a "justify your reason for liking this <blank>" pop up just so that we actually have to think about what we are doing. Initially we see a something that was funny, or true so we share it only to discover the next day that it really wasn't that funny or true and in fact was offensive and gross. i.e. the picture of the girl riding a bike in leggings. There is no need for that to show up on my screen 6 times within ten people on my news feed. Its just another way for us to judge each other without knowing the exact circumstances. Imagine if you were that poor girl who now has her butt posted on every persons Facebook page multiple times. Do you really want her butt as a share in your name? You are accountable for that share. You are now a bully. See what I mean about the "justify" button. Some things just don't need to be spread.  

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  1. Jeremy & ChristineMarch 23, 2014 at 1:14 AM

    So true! Sadly, most days I am guilty of just that! I also have started blogging again for the same reason, Facebook just is not the right medium for some things. LOL

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