It's still there.
A bike, a photo, and appreciating the things that haven't actually changed.
There are plenty of good reasons why I shouldn’t get on Facebook anymore. It’s abetted the decline of American democracy by allowing misinformation to spread virtually unchecked. It’s been somewhere between grossly incautious and outright evil in its handling of users’ personal information. Its fabrication of readership metrics led a number of online media outlets to make decisions that later led to layoffs or outright collapse, killing some of the best parts of the internet in the process.
Mostly, though, I don’t need to see any old pictures of myself.
I’ve long since purged my feed of the more inflammatory elements — I don’t see political flamewars or ugly memes, I don’t have to encounter the disinformation or vitriol. Usually I just see pictures of friends’ food and children. It’s fine. It’s anodyne, meaningless, perfect for scrolling through in a half-interested Tuesday night fugue and pretending I’m keeping up relationships with people. Sometimes, one of those friends that I haven…