Must I? Again? I know you're shaking your pointy heads at this, my latest rant about Facebook, but I'm really at my fucking wits'end. It's so hard to equivocate a singly, simply bad piece of design that simultaneously is so popular (well, there's Windows, but that's another story) yet so flawed.
Imagine: A distant relative. Maybe a distant friend. Maybe someone you actually haven't talked to in actuality for twenty years, is now leaving messages on your answering machine. "I went out with Doug, isn't Maine cool?" "I went to the manicurist and got a way cool tattoo. It's removable!"
And YOU CAN"T TURN IT OFF!
Yes, the pundits will be able to weigh in and say "If you go to this widget and turn off the Preferences . . ." well, I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME!
So, dear Facebook friends, prepare to be eliminated. I'm very sorry but I refuse to be a slave to bad technology. Man invented the wheel. Then they burned it with Fire. What the fuck you gonna do with a burnt wheel?
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