I have been a slave to Facebook for a decade now, and have often thought I should pull back, but I never actually do. I check it multiple times a day. At first it was kittens and babies and reuniting with elementary school friends, but it didn’t take long for Facebook to become my repository for political news. My like-minded friends would lead me to articles about whatever was in the news at the time—binders full of women, Bernie, Hillary, and now coronavirus.
I get nervous when I see pictures of famous people I admire on Facebook, especially if they’re older, because Facebook is where I seem to find out about deaths: David Bowie, Prince, and now victims of SARS-CoV-2. One particular friend captions the deaths he announces with “Damn it” or sometimes, “Damn it. Just damn it.”
D is also for death.
I dearly hope that we are truly in late capitalism, and it is in its death throes. I don’t know enough about political science to predict or even understand other people’s predictions, but has inequality ever been so obvious? Can we ever really go back to a society that privileges business interests over human lives? I mean, go back—we are still there, but more and more people are seeing that it just ain’t working.
I am very glad for Facebook now, despite its problems and culpability in getting us to this place. I feel so fond of my network of friends. I love when the posts of my bird-loving and -posting friends who have never met end up following each other in my feed. (OK, it’s not all politics.) I am so grateful to have this network in place. And truth to tell, I like sitting around in my pajamas or pajama-like clothes all day.
It’s gonna get scary. The deaths are going to get closer. Someone we love is going to get sick. Some will die. I wonder how naïve I will feel at the end of April, when this blogging challenge ends. Things will look very different, no matter what.
Resplendent quetzal (Pharomachrus mocinno) from Costa Rica.