So far this year I have had two people –people I had known for years out in the solid three-dimensional world—convey through Facebook extremely hateful thoughts about things that matter to me. Yet these nasty messages were delivered through the magic of the optimistic, positive-uplifting “like-if-you-agree” Facebook call to unanimity.
Why the hell do people bait the world’s cynics with something as tempting as “like if you agree”? You know I won’t agree, and you know damn well I don’t want to like anything that says we should pray to end world hunger or only let men and women have families together.
It has been said that Facebook is an app that lets you see which of your friends are racist or intolerant. I have found that Facebook is actually an app that reveals which of your longtime friends or new acquaintances are homophobes, anti-vaccine theorists or urban myth rubes. But that revelation comes through kitten pictures, baby angels and a crying Amazonian chief….and I feel personally taunted each time people post these.
That is why I mostly hate-read Facebook. Occasionally, I deposit a gilded turd on someone’s wall, just to remind them that I cannot “like” their 10 herbs that will cleanse your organs or 20 foods that will cure your auto-immune disease, and that I must snicker at their expense—but gently. After all, we’re all “friends” here!
Yet I wonder why we all become such cretins when we post each other’s bits of fake knowledge as we glean whatever images and sappy stories we gather from Facebook. Where are our critical faculties? Why do we all have to agree and beg everyone to agree with us, when out in the world, we never expect such conformism?
Interestingly, while they seem to demand monolithic agreement from their followers, the majority of my Facebook friends frequently posts status updates detailing how “crazy” they are, and how far from normal their out-of-control, zany lives happen to be. You can almost imagine them tossing their berets up into the sky as they twirl around with abandon—almost. Just how crazy ARE these friends, I wonder. Each time I see them, they are law-abiding, contributing, tax-paying members of society who occasionally have a glass of wine and get the giggles, or make a risqué joke or two. We are far removed from fecal art or hose-downs in padded rooms, so why this cachet of eccentricity that everyone adopts? We know that the truly eccentric are not celebrated in our three-dimensional world. Can we stop with the faux-crazy posturing? Go DMS or go home.
What occurs to me is that none of the “friends” whose repeated, re-posted and clichéd words and images I see are human beings in any sense that I can grasp or comprehend. They exist as simulacra, fleeting bundles of cultural currency which echo things that bother me or reassure me at any given point. Facebook friends are copies of copies of people, caricatures of who I thought my friends might have been, but they have no life.