Blackness is creation: reverberations of #SpringValleyHigh

Do not read this unless you’re ready for a long read (almost 2,100 autobiographical words) on Blackness and the necessity of creation. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Today is Tuesday, October 27th, 2015 and I had a revelation today that I didn’t think I would have: Blackness is creation, but not just Blackness; marginalization is creation. And not on some bullshit intangible wavelength, but on a very real level. And for anyone outside of myself to understand what I mean and to not write my very personal words as idealistic ramblings, I think some personal context is necessary:

  1. Yesterday I was tweeting about what #BlacknessIs and what Blackness isn’t.
  2. Today I was tweeting about humanity, dehumanization, and cops.
  3. Tomorrow I’ll probably be tweeting about anti-Blackness, transphobia, or maybe even s’more about Drake.
The point is that for me, writing is thinking. It wasn’t until Alisa, the writing coordinator for my research fellowship, said this that it clicked that most of us process through writing. What I mean by that is that writing is thinking. Many of the members of my cohort have found that our undergrad career is more draining and stressful than advertised. Speaking for myself and my positionality, I’m a non-traditional student, a first-generation student, a military brat, an INFJ, a Leo sun with a Pisces moon, an empath, a highly sensitive person, a queer person, a Black person, an unfortunately disassociated Afrikan, a Native person, the great-grandson of a white grandmother, a cisgender man from a two-parent working-class home. I’m the second oldest of four kids but I was the quintessential middle child until I turned 13 and a week later, my little brother was born. I give you this mini-biography not because I’m obsessed with labels—although I’m a sociology, so I might be—and the deconstruction of them, but because they are important in understanding where I come from in what I write, how I think and what this is all about. Recognizing these different parts of me helps me see why undergrad—at 26 years old—produces more stress and anxiety than I could have ever predicted.

So back to writing: writing is thinking. Since the end of 2014 I became very active on twitter, despite having an account for years and tweeting about acting. And I think for much of 2015 I’ve been trying to find reasons to justify or explain away my social media addiction/co-dependence/reliance. There is no way to separate my social media consciousness raising from my need to share from my constant refreshing and composing on Twitter. One aspect is that I have been a natural student and teacher—or know-it-all in some cases—since I was young. I’ve always questioned and I’ve always taught as soon as I learned new information. While Facebook and Tumblr can also be sources of information and sharing, Twitter fits in a very particular space. Facebook is personal, but limited. Tumblr can be personal and broad, but it is easy to get lost. The same could be said of Twitter, but for me it is a space where I learn something new everyday and often influence at least one person’s thinking. Twitter is a space where I can actually ensure that what I’m giving and what I’m receiving is heard.

The second aspect is that I’ve gone through many life changes in the last year: studying abroad, moving multiple times, moving in with a partner for the first time, a breakup, housing insecurities, overextending myself, serious depression, and academic stress & anxiety. Twitter is a place for me to share what I’ve learned from this as a sort of online journal, especially because up until my last month in Cape Town I kept a physical journal that I haven’t written in since December 2014.

The third aspect is that Twitter, for me, is a space for theorizing. Writing is thinking, right? And I need to write, I always have, even when I didn’t realize it. Sometimes I don’t know how I feel about something until I process it through speaking aloud or writing it down. When writing a first draft of an academic paper, the point I’m trying to make doesn’t actually emerge until the end of the paragraph and then I go back to revise the whole paragraph for clarity. Sometimes I intend to write one or two tweets and then the rest flows out into a series of 10, 20, 30 tweets. I know, what’s the point of a character limit when I choose to write a series of tweets? It serves as an intentional stream of consciousness that shoots from my thumbs to the internet and allows my brain to theorize and make sense of the world in a more casual way than sitting down to blog, write a paper, or even journal for myself. These three aspects—teaching & education, life lessons, and live theorizing—cannot be separate from the fact that I just like twitter, regardless of the truth of this paragraph or my efforts to justify why I tweet so much.

In the spirit of writing to process, I have a few people in my life with who processing comes through iMessage decompression, escalation, and affirmation. When some bullshit goes on, like with the Spring Valley High case, someone will inevitably text me, I will inevitably rant to someone else, or else the information rots away our insides. Knowing too much about the sicknesses of the world makes me and other sick. I know that I am only one person and I believe in the power of the individual, but I’m only one person. Ingesting too much of the evil byproducts of white supremacy, capitalistic greed, misogyny, transphobia, or homophobia doesn’t actually solve anything except throw me into a cycle of depression at the mere scope of the reality we live in. So when these events occur and I know about there, you’d best believe that there is a flurry of iMessages shooting back and forth from me to my friends. This is a ritual for me, a healthy form of self-care that allows me to preach to the choir, praise another’s testimony, and realize that it’s going to be okay. These text messages with folks like Luna, Reggie, Celeste, Joel, Emon, Colin, Chayanne, my mom, and others are a lifeline. Which brings me to the point of this particular piece of writing…

Marginalization is creation. What I mean by this is really not too hard to grasp. I need to create to live. People of color, queer people, differently abled people, trans folk, and more all need to create. It’s honestly what keeps us alive. To put it into a binary, I often live in two headspaces. The first is “this world is a piece of shit and no matter how much we protest, share ourselves, or try to unite our people, little change has come and I won’t see much by the end of my life.” The second is “one person has and will change the world and just by existing in this body that is not defined by marginalization but is indeed marginalized, is an act of beautiful resistance.” My revelation came when I was simultaneously texting Chayanne and Reggie about two things related to the dehumanization of Blackness. With Reggie I was discussing a link that I refused to open from the title alone: “Sheriff says Spring Valley cop Ben Fields id sating a Black woman not racist.” The second was an article by a young white woman whose heart hurts when she reads that a cop is slain, but clearly does not care about when a human that isn’t a cop or her father (a white cop) is slain. At one point the two conversations with two people who are important to me, but have never met, converged. I sent Chayanne a screenshot of something I had said to Reggie in response to us both being utterly THROUGH. The text read:

     “I’m right there with you. And overtime I dream of traveling somewhere else or self-segregation I remember the problems within our own communities. And then I sigh. Because it’s all so fucked”
     What I mean is that these interlocking systems of oppression work within and outside of our communities, and they often feel so impossible to dismantle that not existing seems like the way to go. Or moving. Or just going to bed and thinking that oppression will be gone by the time we wake up. Because at the end of the day I don’t feel like it’s that hard to treat each other like humans. It really isn’t. Yet time and time again I’m proven incorrect. And that’s when I get cynical. Just when I think #NotAllWhitePeople I see the white devil rear it’s ugly head. Just when I think people are really learning to trans folks as humans, I read about someone like #ZellaZiona.

     But tonight was different. Tonight is one of those nights where I have a paper due tomorrow that I just barely started—due to typical procrastination & senioritis, intensified by deep depression and unnecessary-for-undergrad academic anxiety—and I decided to write anyway. I realized that yes, it’s 10:35PM and I need to—and will—write this paper. I want to get good grades in order to get into a good grad school, and so far I have. Tonight is one of those nights where I give up sleep so that I can write what my soul is telling me to write so that I am able to focus on what the academy tells me is necessary.

The reason tonight is different is my conversation with Chayanne where I felt both of my camps: pessimism and optimism. I reminded myself and my thought partner that creation is necessary. Telling our stories is necessary. Telling our stories is not only important, but vital for keeping us alive. Some people, including myself, may read this and go “I know.” But often…I don’t. Sometimes I wonder what the use of “telling and sharing our stories” is in a world that is constantly trying to destroy us. And then I realize in this decompression iMessages, or at 1am as I scroll through Twitter, or whenever I’m talking to my mom about the fucked up things live hands us, even with out immense amount of privilege…in this moments I realize that this is how I stay alive. Not “bitching” about oppression or defining ourselves through the eyes of the oppressor, but being reacting as a form of proactivity in remaking and reclaiming who we are.

As Chayanne said, “its a way of producing SELF-KNOWLEDGE.” I need to create for myself and for others. I need to see the creations of others to remember that I’m alive, they’re alive, and we’re all making it. It’s not something that we can choose to “not have the time for,” it’s something that we need to do in order to keep living. Blackness is creation, Blackness is the act of staying alive and thriving, even in the various cages that trap us. Blackness is painting, drawing, singing, writing, tweeting, doodling, conversing, theorizing, composing and more. If you find yourself saying that you don’t have the time to create a collage, listen to music, or dance then my response to you is “you can’t do that to yourself.” I’m not saying the creations always need to be shared. I’m not saying the creations need much time put into them. But I am saying that creating, producing—but not being bogged down by the obligation to produce but instead of the gift of inspiration when it strikes—is life.

Marginalization is not anything I would wish onto anyone. Being Othered is one of the worst things in the world. But through this struggle—and not because of this struggle: this distinction is important—we must do more. Do not create solely for others if there is no joy for yourself. Find whichever avenue of creation works for you, and then pursue it in order to not only survive, but thrive. This act of making, of using the whole of our bodies/spirits/minds, is necessary for living in a world that predicts and foreshadows your death on a daily basis. And to prove my point: this theory of mine would not have occurred if I hadn’t tweeted tonight, if I hadn’t talked to Reggie, if I hadn’t talked to Chayanne. This piece is a direct result Twitter—both the isolation and the international connection of it—and Blackness in the form of Chayanne and Reggie. Art is life.

Now stop messing with me, I got a paper to write!

Peace, love, and creation y’all.

“This is why I don’t talk to white people about race”

A few days ago I posted on my Facebook that I don’t plan on engaging with white people on the topics of race, police brutality, or even class. There are exceptions, but for the most part, I’m good. A friend messaged me today and asked why. If I am a self-proclaimed scholar-activist intent on dismantling white supremacy, isn’t direct engagement with white folk a great way to conscientize them?  This blog post is inspired by that question.

After 26 years of being all-consumed by whiteness and spending my years conscientizing white folk, I’m just not going to actively do it. I grew up in historically and primarily white neighborhoods, work/ed in white spaces, and attend a top research institution that contains a lot of white logic. Combine this with the historical legacy of Black dehumanization in the United States and you should understand why I’m tired.

So if a debate that naturally occurs in person? Maybe.

Online debate? Nah. Almost never worth it.

Questions from white folk? Especially respectful clarifying questions?Definitely; although I, like anyone, reserve the right to not answer them.

Devil’s advocate or “why did #BlackLivesMatter do this?” when I’m not a formal part of BLM? Nah. Not here for it.

I have literally had knots in my stomach and elevated blood pressure from debating this life-or-death shit, so I’m not here for semantic arguments or for you to practice your debate skills on me. I’m not here to be hyperconsumed like I’m google when my knowledge comes from 26 years of Black queer life, lots of self-reading, conversations with friends/elders/mentors/& more and of course the formal education I’ve received over the years. And here’s the thing: I’ve thought about some of these debates for days afterwards, feeling like it was my job to do this mess. Feeling like if I wasn’t doing this I was failing my goal of working with “allies” to help the mission of Black Liberation.

But if you notice, I have over 1,200 contacts on FB and around 2,000 followers on twitter. Many of them are white. So when it comes to white consumption from white people at a certain level of consciousness already: y’all are hopefully hearing it, listening quietly, and processing solutions. What I post is a form of conscientization, but what I’m saying is that I won’t take it a step further and discuss it in detail with white folk. I mean, y’all see how much content I produce on social media. Y’all see how much I read, and you wanna bank on my knowledge, my familiarity, and my perspective. I ain’t mad at it, but hopefully you’re also going home to your white families to check them on their potentially racist, classist, misogynistic and transphobic rhetoric. If you’re so inclined, you can talk to your friends about it, online or offline. But it’s too much intellectual and emotional labor for me to talk to white folk about this all the time. It’s not my job. I’m not being paid and in fact it takes time away from me and I’m suffering negative health effects as a result of your requests and my choice to engage with them. So then I hope that white people, half-white people, white passing people, and PoC with more patience are doing the work that I’ve done for most of my [short] life.

In other words: it’s on those who benefit from the interlocking systems (white people, men, straight people, able-bodied people, etc.) to help dismantle them. This means self-education and that sometimes means asking for help. But too often y’all aren’t asking for help or creating solutions, but demanding unpaid labor from me. And…nah.

If you’re white and this post makes you uncomfortable, read this piece by Joel Leon to give you a sense of the things I do, have done, and may have to continue to do for white people in my life, including this blog post.

5 Tips to Get More Than Clicks: Consciousness Raising on Facebook

If you know me personally, follow this blog and/or my twitter, you know that I post a lot of potentially divisive, contentious and depressing topics (politics, death, war). The goal for me in postings these is twofold: (1) sharing content I have read in the hopes that someone in my social network finds them interesting and (2) consciousness raising. Consciousness raising, popularized by feminist scholars, basically means making other more aware of a certain issue or conditions, I.E. #BlackLivesMatter.

Using my Facebook as a template, I’ve created this guide to share some tips on how to get people to actually pay attention to those things that matter to you, the reader. I based these tips on anecdotal evidence and articles I have read along the way. Obviously this won’t work for everyone–you have to tailor it to your personal networks–and I don’t always follow these rules myself, but I think this may help more than it will hurt. Additionally, people have to some opinion on your opinion. Whether they agree or disagree, they need to feel like your content is worth engaging with.

When posting an article/content on Facebook

1. Busy, bored, and disengaged; “I didn’t logon to get an education”

Simply put: a lot of people won’t like or notice a lot of what you post, so make it interesting. Keep in mind that outside of your personal relationships with those in your networks, social media is also affected by how much you interact with other people and how much they interact with you. Practically that looks like liking their photos, commenting on statuses, etc. So if you’re not very active, even with these tips you won’t be popping up in people’s feeds as often.

2. Choose a reliable source; ain’t nobody got time for false information.

Can the content be found on another [verifiable] source? If it’s a not a news source, like a blog, does it have a history of great content (like Black Girl Dangerous) ? Does it contain references for the information it cites? This may seem obvious, but it’s important because if you are known for posting from unreliable sources, people are less likely to engage with your content. Examples of sources I often cite include Al Jazeera News and The New York Times, but keep in mind they all have bias.

3. Framing is important; context is key.

Think about your own use on Facebook. What would make you as likely to click on a Buzzfeed article as an NPR article? Outside of the thumbnail used, interest level in the content is a huge factor for many people. Considering #1–people often avoid talking about socially conscious issues–expect that people will only read the headlines of what you post, at best.In order to properly frame an article, see below.

4. Include a comment or quote; make the reader’s job easier.

People will scroll past links, even when you do caption the articles but these people know you through familial, business, or school connections, giving you an in. But chances are, they may not click the link but may skim your comment. For this reason I usually will usually include 2-4 sentences (if it’s too long, people will often scroll past) of a mix of:

  • My thoughts/reaction (taking into account my bias or the bias of the author)
  • Thesis statement from the article
  • A short quote that spoke to me

5. Monitor posting frequency; be strategic

There are better resources than I to tell you when to post (to maximize peak times for traffic), but I can tell you that Facebook has algorithms and people have limits. Posting too often will mean that your posts won’t show up. Additionally, think of how you “reserve” your likes for a post on instagram. If a friend posts six amazing photos within one minute, many people will not “like” all six. But if she spread them out throughout the day or the course of a few days, she gets the most exposure and higher number of “likes.” The best bet–particularly to make sure people don’t tune you out–is to post less frequently but of a higher quality.

#AntinAfrica – Why I failed to delete my Facebook

“It is as if facebook has this stranglehold on me and many of my friends, but why do I really go on it?”

–Myself, May 22nd, 2011, “The Social Stranglehold”

*Be warned, y’all, this shit is long and you may just want to skim and read the quotes, beginning, bolded sections and the end. I wrote it to explain the situation to people who had asked, and it got kind-of-a-little-just-a-tad out of hand

Aiight, so here’s the thing. I feel like I am damned if I do, and damned if I don’t and I’m stuck in the middle confused. The above quote is from an entry I wrote on this blog over 3 years ago, talking about the first time I deactivated my Facebook profile and the way it changed my outlook on my social media addiction. The feeling of deactivating it and the way I my use greatly declined afterward was surprising and delightful. But given my recent attempt to delete my Facebook profile, I wanted to write about the reasons I still want to delete it and also the sad reality that I’m not sure if I can. Lots of people have asked me why, and it is really hard to put into a few sentences because I’m dramatic, because it truly is multifaceted. The pros and cons (in no particular order) I have listed below may resonate with you, but they are all my personal, honest experience as to why Facebook makes me feel like it is eating away at my soul.

Cons:

  1. Continual Facebook use can purportedly lead to addiction because of the endorphins release. [Source]
  2. Facebook has been proven in multiple studies to make people depressed, sad or frustrated. Outside of the studies–I’m not sure of their methodology or their theoretical soundness–, I have noticed I often don’t feel good about using Facebook. I’ll break this up a bit below. [Source]
  3. Social norms and customs of Facebook have had a negative impact on me. Unfriending someone or being unfriended often transforms from a mountain into a molehill. The movie “Easy A” captures it well with this line: “Roman is having an okay day and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof.” Sometimes I read statuses that I just don’t care about. On the one hand, I am entitled to not care and to scroll on past that. On the other hand, if I consistently don’t care about what you are posting or feel like we cannot engage in a health debate, why I am I still “friends” with you on Facebook? Facebook shows a side of people that I do not always need to see. It sometimes shatters the illusion you have of people or even creates a new one. Yet social norms and human behavior often make it difficult to delete someone in your social network. People take it personally, myself included, but the truth is that I can like you as a person but dislike your social media presence. So instead, I have taken to “hiding” a few people from my timeline because the I did not like having negative responses to harmless posts. But if you’re my Facebook friend, that last comment may have even had you asking ‘Am I on that list?’ My intention is not to create that paranoia, but just to state the way in which I work on this platform to maintain my sanity. These norms even apply to people’s birthdays. I often feel bad (and I might be the only one) if I write “Happy Birthday” on one person’s wall if it is also three other people’s birthdays. Instead I try to message or text them, but that is not always possible.
  4. Tied to the previous reason, Facebook breeds negativity in me by way of comparison and jealousy. I look at a friend who just booked a commercial gig, or who did something craaaazy and amazing here in Cape Town. Now, ordinarily, these are instances where I would be purely happy for the person. But seeing a flood of them on my Facebook can occasionally lead to envy and jealously, but more often lead to comparisons. Generally my congratulatory feelings for my network outweigh any negative feelings, as I am truly  happy that my friends are succeeding. In fact, I’m impressed that I have people in my network with their doctorate, on TV, published in books, empowering Black and queer youth, etc. But the comparisons are where it gets tricky. For example, I’m 25 and still finishing my undergrad. Despite the fact that I am still young, it took me some time to actually accept that this path was right for me and that the socially prescribed path is right for others. But it doesn’t help the pangs of “I should be there” when I see friends completing their Master’s degrees as I complete my Bachelor’s. I am–we are–constantly comparing ourselves to each other and a little friendly competition is good, but comparisons breed negativity that I’m just not a fan of.
  5. I had over 1,100 friends, up from the 500 I had in 2011. Now, why is this an issue? Believe it or not, I’m a private person. I’m also an open person, so I like sharing some of my opinions and thoughts with people, particularly in person. But Facebook can feel so impersonal and nosey sometimes. I just want to say “get out my business,” because even if I don’t post something, sometimes someone else will tag you in something.  Sometimes I want to share a funny photo with everyone, but other times I want information to only be for a select few. I’m glad that people get to live vicariously through me and my study abroad experience via Facebook. But at the same time I don’t like my experience being trivialized to the photos of cool events without people also realizing the work it took to get here, the work it is taking to continue to be here, and the emotional labour of being here in South Africa only 20 years after apartheid. Yet I don’t plan on posting “shit’s hard out here”  because I don’t want a pat on the back or sympathy, I just want people to know it isn’t all sunshine and dandelions.  And since my decision not to delete my FB, I have slowly started to go through my friends and unfriend people who I do not actively engage with or have not actively engaged with for years. I’ve always been someone who knows a lot of people, and I enjoy that. But just because I know someone casually or because we went to high school together (but haven’t spoken since high school) does not mean we have to be friends on Facebook. And just because I am friends with you but not your best friend is not any indication that I dislike your friend, it just indicates that I am closer with your friend or do not mind sharing tons of personal information with them.
  6. I don’t like to shit where I eat. One of the reasons I have over 1,000 friends is the mixing of circles. Between my jobs, family, theatre, school(s), studying abroad, and everything in between, Facebook is often much easier than email or phone call.  But even if I never post anything, there is so much information about me available on Facebook that is shared between my various circles of friends, coworkers, and potential employers. In this way, my personal business is mixed with my work business. Actors, directors,  casting directors, tech, etc–who are also sometimes my friends, so the lines are blurred–are all mixed in with my regular friends. So then I post about my life and they get that. I post about acting and my friends get that. It is not so bad a thing, except when I am posting personal things that a casting director or a casual playwright friend may not need to know. Facebook does allow you to create lists that limit the posts available, but I do not want to always switch between those lists. Additionally, it feels weird to section and essentially alienate someone who is on my “friend’s list.” How do I discern what may be important to them, what may make an impact on them?
  7. Facebook is the norm, and if you are not on it you are weird or missing out, but Facebook allows for passive friendship. How often do you actually email a friend? In discussions with friends, many were saying how much a pain in the ass it can be to get in contact with friends who are not on Facebook. It is inconvenient because Facebook is the norm. Multiple people got mad at me because I was trying to delete my Facebook. One of the key reasons is that it passively allows us to participate in people’s lives. We do not have to make an effort to stay friends with others “because we are friends on Facebook.” In many ways, I would lose contact with a lot of people (is that necessarily a bad thing?) if I permanently deleted my Facebook because neither party would make the effort to actively keep in contact. I’d be that guy without Facebook who does not get invited to things because the invitation is only on Facebook and people forgot I didn’t have a Facebook. The fear of missing out is real, y’all.
  8. I don’t like being snooped on or snooping. As someone said yesterday in our discussion about the social network, “I like to know who is pregnant.” Facebook ‘stalking’ is normal, meaning that you become friends with someone and go through much of their information. But why is this normal? Often I have known something about someone because I saw them tagged in a picture, read a status, or something similar. But I’d much rather hear it from the person and it is weird that I know personal details about people from their Facebooks.
  9. Facebook is a show. It is so superficial in many cases. I’d much rather be messaged, emailed, called, or texted than have something written on my wall in many cases. If it is something for you and I to share, why not share it with me directly? There are definitely times that I want other people to see it, so the wall posts can be great. But if you’re writing “call me!” on my Facebook wall when both of our phones are working perfectly fine…why? This is only one aspect of FB being a show that I dislike, but I’m sure if you are reading this you are familiar with the other ways it is a show, like…
  10. Facebook changed my thinking, the way I share news. Recently I got a high mark on an assignment and thought ‘let me go post this on Facebook!’ What the fuck? When I didn’t have Facebook I didn’t go around telling everyone in a mass email or one-by-one that I got a high mark. Yet Facebook is where I sometimes want to share my news, while at the same time not wanting to share it with over 1000 people, many of whom do not care. And why do I want to do it? Partially because of that endorphin rush of likes, but also because I want to be publically recognized patted on the back. I want the attention, deep down inside, even if I do not on the surface. I want the approval and recognition (of a job well-done) that I should be fine in getting from myself and those in my inner circle.
  11. Facebook guilt-tripped me not to leave by saying “So-and-So will miss you.” This message was repeated with pictures of five of my Facebook friends when I scheduled deletion of my Facebook. It’s bullshit like this manipulation that makes me very wary of Facebook. They want to keep you because they want your information. They want your information because they can sell it to advertisers.
  12. Facebook is creepy. It once told me that a friend of mine had hiked a mountain, but when I asked her she had not “checked in” to said mountain. Additionally, the user owns their content, but Facebook has certain use rights over it. You can change the security and sharing settings on your Facebook, but it still retains your information on servers even if you delete your Facebook. So in many ways, Facebook owns your information forever [Source].
  13. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Thanks, senior year economics! In the age where few people will pay for an app on their phone, you have to be wary. We scroll to the bottom and click ‘I agree,’ all the while obliviously using the service without acting knowing the terms of the service. Facebook isn’t free, we pay with our information. We are constantly datamined and the more information your put on Facebook, the more they like you. Facebook is worth so much money because it has figured out how to monetize offer a ‘free’ service and convince people that if they aren’t on it, they’re missing out.
  14. Eversilly policies and shady politics. You’re going to make drag queens change their drag name to their original name? Really Facebook? And then Zuckerburg is going to spout some bullshit about how having two identities indicates a lack of integrity? I’m pretty sure Facebook and all society media revolves around the idea of multiple identities, but correct me if I’m wrong. Additionally, messaging is a huge issue. If you want your message to be seen and it happens to someone you aren’t friends with, you can actually pay to have it seen. Or just know that it may never be seen. That’s great for spammers, but what if you don’t have someone’s email and you aren’t their friend? I’m not here for it [Source] [Source].
  15. Facebook is socially engineered. Facebook literally constructs who and what you see based on algorithms. Currently I see friends who share a lot of articles that I repost. Currently I see a lot of study abroad students because I’m here with them. Currently I see x, y, and z. But Facebook eliminated the option to chronologically see everything (do you even remember that?). (EDIT: They didn’t delete it, I was incorrect. It just defaults to the “Top Stories” option). Now I see something from 9 hours ago at the top of my feed, then yesterday, then 11 hours ago, and then 3 seconds ago. All to ensure that I am seeing “what I am interested in,” which is decided by Facebook. So then I purposely have to go to certain people’s pages to see what they are up to, as my feed won’t tell me. A good majority of people may not have even seen my status update about deleting my Facebook because we do not interact enough to warrant me showing up on their feed (or they hid my updates).
  16. ‘Necessary Evil.’ The idea that Facebook is necessary is gross. At a party I had a discussion with someone who I casually know who essentially say that I will eventually need Facebook, so it is kind of dumb to delete it. It rubbed me the wrong way, because do you really need Facebook? No you don’t, we are made to believe we do. At at the same time though, in many ways [the weight of the] cons of deleting your Facebook–which is different than if you have never been on Facebook, as it is not expected–outweigh the pros, for most people. Facebook is poisonous to me in some ways and I severely dislike the notion that without it I am committing social and career suicide.
  17. Habitual. I have been on Facebook for seven years, and much of the anxiety I felt leading up to the deletion of it was the result of losing something I am so used to. It feels weird and wrong to feel so attached to a fucking internet profile, you know? The idea that it is this thing that I cannot get rid of because for so long I’ve typed in google as one of the first websites on my browser? I really don’t like it.
  18. Facebook Messenger/Facebook Mobile bullshit. Who knows if they will really use the access to your camera and your microphone to spy on you? I don’t. What I do know, though, is that it is too close to being an invasion of privacy and I don’t like it. Sure we give many apps this access, but they have limited information about us. Facebook has a wealth of information, and more access is not what I want to give it.
  19. Procrastination destination #1. We all procrastinate a little bit, but we do it in different ways. I could be using my time in much better ways, yet sometimes–as I wrote in my 2011 blog entry–I waste time on Facebook without learning anything new, getting my work done, or generally being productive at all.
  20. I just spent over an hour writing a 3700 word essay about why I didn’t delete my Facebook. Girl, really? This issue is important to me, but sometimes I wish I didn’t care. Many of my issues on FB stem from the fact that I care too much about other people’s feelings, truthfully. Some of the issues stem from the fact that I care too much about what other people think of me. And finally, I think Facebook is going down a strange path and I’m not sure I want to be onboard when it arrives at its destination.

And finally, Hamm Sammich and Toni Morrison in the same breath:

“But if our existence is to be this tightly bound up in social networks, we should at least give ourselves the chance to agitate and improve them in our favor, since, at the end of the day, an arbitrarily enforced real-names policy is a scary prospect for everybody, not just those of us named after dildos and sandwiches. ”

Hamm Sammich, September 18th, 2014.

“Can’t nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”

–Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon, 1977.

Facebook does weigh me down, but here is the positive that I saw before I deleted my Facebook and even more so after my failed attempt. By attempting to delete it, and failing utterly, the conversations that spawned were like going to my digital funeral without actually having to stay dead. I got to know what a select few people thought of it and it shed some light on the way Facebook can connect people and how differently everyone uses it.

Pros – Many are self-explanatory and so the descriptors are much shorter.

  1. Ease of use and communication . 9/10 people I meet have a Facebook. While everyone I meet has an email, Facebook is often the default and makes people feel comfortable.
  2. Platform to voice my opinions/views.
  3. A tool to network, get jobs, scholarships, and strengthen friendships. I have actually been approached for acting jobs through Facebook about as much as I have through email. In fact, I first saw the posting about BrickaBrack needing an Assistant Director on Facebook, followed up on Facebook, and eventually got the job and became a company member.
  4. Friendly competition by way of those pesky comparisons.
  5. ‘Free’ service that asks as an image/video host, blog, and soapbox.
  6. Amazing well of articles/thoughts from likeminded and contrary friends that can spur intellectual debates. Kyle, Nicolette, JC, Mandisa, Mlondi, Micah, and many more of my friends share great articles. In a lot of ways, Facebook is a filtered news source. It can be a little bubble, but it is nice to have.
  7. Ability to reach a wide audience with spamming them through mass emails.
  8. Casting tool. I used Facebook to see what actors really looked like–outside of their headshots–when casting for never fall so heavily again.
  9. Keeping in contact with people from around the world. One of the reasons I wanted to delete it here in South Africa was to get used to it. I knew it would be harder to delete when I got back home because of all of the friends I’d meet here. The positive side to keeping it is staying in contact with all of these people.
  10. Publicity for this very blog to get feedback on my writing and ideas. I want to get my PhD, which involves a lot of writing. I want to write a book. I want to do lots of thangs, and FB is a platform from which to share my creative endeavours.
  11. Online resume. I have LinkedIn, but it is also nice to have my
  12. Digital archive. My friend Clare recently pointed out how it is great to look back on my seven years of Facebook use and reflect on where I am, where I’ve been, and where I might be going next.
  13. Repository of pictures that friends take. I grew up hating pictures, but as I grew older I learned to really love their use. While I might not want to take a picture in the moment, it is great to look back and say ‘oh, that’s what I did, that’s what I looked like.’ Especially since my stubborn memory plays tricks on me.
  14. Community. As opposed to feeling like you are missing out, Facebook is an online ‘community’ of sorts. Especially with my Black community all over the world. I was raised in a primarily white area and I go to a PWI, so having the feeling of solidarity that Facebook and it’s various ‘groups’ provide is stellar.
  15. Mindlessness. Sometimes you just need a picture of a cat or a meme of Black people who are not amused by White people.
  16. The ability to deactivate my Facebook and take a much needed break.

Going through the process of deciding to delete it, scheduling it for deletion (they give you 14 days of deactivation to cave in make up your mind), ultimately coming back and feeling like a dumbass, and finally writing this? Definitely useful in seeing the perceived necessity of the evil known as Facebook. Facebook can be toxic (for me, as opposed to some friends who login once a day and use it as a tool) because it is easy for me accidentally spend too much time on it. But as I mentioned, I’m altering the information I write on Facebook, my friendcount, and the way in which I actually use Facebook. While Facebook has a lot of issues itself, the largest issue is my personal use; I was aware of that and still am. And by deleting Facebook I was taking responsibility in my actions by completely ridding myself of the addiction. I may still eventually do this, but giiiiiirl, I gotta wean myself off of it first. So I’ll start by using it on my terms instead of allowing it to use me and by deactivating it when I feel like I’ve gotten out of hand.

tl;dr (too long;didn’t read): I’m back on Facebook and I love/hate it.

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