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FACEBOOK IS NOT MY FRIEND - November 1, 2024


Facebook and I have always had a dysfunctional relationship. Ten years after retiring as a plaintiff’s lawyer in Boston, I took the Florida bar exam and was offered a job as an assistant state attorney. Soon, I was heading the juvenile division and handling the gun and sex cases myself. I had mostly managed to avoid social media up until then, but I quickly discovered the gold mine that awaited me on Facebook. Teenage delinquents loved boasting about their various crimes without a thought to how law enforcement had access to their inadvertent confessions. The photos of them posing with a variety of firearms was especially helpful when they denied ever owning or using a gun.

However, the downside of Facebook threatened to outweigh the benefits when I saw it used to bully and seduce vulnerable children and put them in harm’s way. I began to see Facebook more as a dangerous weapon than a tool. When I finally retired permanently, one of the first things I did was vow never to access Facebook again. And I didn’t miss it a bit.

Time passed, and I began writing short mystery stories, many of which found their way to publication in anthologies and online magazines. In online discussions, there were increasing numbers of conversations about the importance of having a Facebook presence to aid in marketing the anthologies where my stories appeared. I resisted as long as could, feeling I was betraying the promise I had made to myself to have nothing to do with an outlet that was so poor at policing its content and responsible for so much damage.

Then, editors began requiring a social media presence in order to be accepted into their anthologies. I created a website with a blog included, but the demand for a Facebook account continued. I reluctantly caved in and set up a Facebook author’s page. I had no idea what I was doing and ended up with a bare bones page that consisted primarily of announcements related to my mystery stories and my blog entries. I was shocked and then annoyed when my account was repeatedly cluttered with posts from a bewildering variety of other accounts. My own posts were lost in the noise, so I spent hours trying to remove the intruders. The temptation to end my Facebook presence became increasingly irresistible. I have continued to resist cutting the cord, however, because I don’t want story rejection decisions to be based on the lack of a Facebook page.

That being said, I look forward to the day I am free to delete my Facebook account. I’m sure I can find a neighborhood 10-year-old to help me figure out how!

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