Why I just deleted my Facebook account

Shakespeare, “Henry V”. If there’s a better or more final farewell in literature, I’ve not read it. Watch the scene here.

Shakespeare, “Henry V”. If there’s a better or more final farewell in literature, I’ve not read it. Watch the scene here.

For the last few years however, my Facebook activity has largely been limited to posting links to stories as they're published. That's just something I do as a favor to the people who publish my writing -- a little kickstart to readership; a few extra clicks. But recently it seems that Facebook's not showing such "commercial" links as often, in favor of paid promotion; not a game I’m going to play.

So it's no longer really useful for the only thing I used it for. Those "reminders" now usually show me things that just make me sad. Add in the toxic nature of the posts that Facebook's algorithm amplifies and the company's anti-democratic stance and it just felt right to delete my account.

If you used to find me on Facebook, sorry. Try following @Backmarker on Twitter. I’ll keep that account active (for now) because Twitter’s a useful tool when it comes to connecting with other journalists.