Some mental floss relating to blaming on Facebook:
1. Over the weekend members of the “I blame the patriarchy” Facebook group were kind enough to humor me by dismantling their group and remantling under the new moniker “We Blame the Patriarchy” (all of this mantling was made necessary by the inability to perform a simple name change on the FB platform). I requested this change to avoid confusion, since I kind of use the “I Blame the Patriarchy”/ Odd Lady avatar combo as my personal professional internet feminist online identity.
To join We Blame the Patriarchy, you have to have a Facebook identity. Then you just go to the group page and request to join. One of the several thousand admins will welcome you with open arms. I am told that this is a “closed” group, which if I understand correctly means that whatever you post there will not also show up all over the rest of Facebook.
Would that I could be more involved with this worthy group of blamers, but as you have undoubtedly perceived, I barely manage to post here once in a blue moon, and, as I’ll get to in a minute, I’ve got another little project on. Even so, I’ll look in whenever I can. I’ll be looking forward with particular interest to the results of their delightfully anarchic “everybody’s an admin” experiment.
2. All the above-mentioned activity reminded me that I am in charge of 2 other (abandoned) Facebook projects: the “official” I Blame the Patriarchy page, and the Twisty Faster entity.
In the beginning there was to be just the one patriarchy-blaming page, but FB wouldn’t let me do this without also signing up as a human. Not being particularly adept at this social media crap, I haven’t quite worked out how to streamline my process, but as it stands, anyone may post on the IBTP page, making a sort of perpetual open thread, and whatever I post will appear both there and on the Twisty Wall. And possibly on Twitter. I think. Who the hell knows, really.
Twisty-on-Facebook is a Savage Death Island No. 1 Science experiment. I mostly cast a jaundiced eye at the whole set-up, since being made into a product nauseates me, and the idea that Facebook is essentially a giant spy network nauseates me even more, and I am still further nauseated by the fact that everybody knows it’s a giant spy network yet they use the thing anyway.
Still, though I suspect it is pretty unlikely, it is possible that the pros might outweigh the cons. You know, the Arab Spring and a that. So the goal is to foment a Savage Death Spring in protest of global misogynist human rights violations. To that end I’ll be friending blamers left and right, and posting over there quasi-frequently for a while, while I collect the data and, in my spare time, ignite feminist revolt. I invite everyone who can bear Facebook to join me in friending Twisty and “liking” I Blame the Patriarchy.
Meanwhile, I look forward to hearing about the evils of Facebook in the comments.