Last month, after 13 short years, I deleted my Facebook account. The site, at last, has lost any of the allure it once had (more on that later).
Leaving Facebook is surprisingly tricky. “Users”, to use the monstrous Mark Zuckerberg’s lingo, are accosted with endless questions: “Are you sure you want to deactivate your account?” You are faced with a list of reasons to choose from. Each option (“I don’t fi nd Facebook useful”/ “I have a privacy concern”), leads you to yet more rigamarole seeking to reassure you that Facebook is a benign and necessary force that will enhance your life and that of those around you.
