http://www.israelhayom.com/site/newsletter_opinion.php?id=5351
On Friday, I published a column in these pages about my trials and tribulations over my repeated suspensions from Facebook.
It took two months of experiencing intermittent bans from the social network — due to ostensibly “inappropriate material” on my page — before I finally took any measures to extricate myself from the situation.
Each time I received a warning and a temporary ban, I would wait impatiently for my punishment to pass, and enlist the help of friends and family members to share my pieces in my stead.
But then it got to be an annoyance. Facebook is a key tool for writers, present company included. As someone once admonished me prior to my entry into the world of social media, “If you’re not on Facebook, you don’t exist.”
This was not a philosophical statement, but the advice of a well-wisher who was looking out for my career. He was right, of course, a fact I have come grudgingly to acknowledge. I had been hesitant about taking the plunge; but once I did, I understood why I should have swallowed my pride and done so years earlier.
So when I began to be barred, it was not personal rejection, I felt, but rather a form of ill ease, as though I was being watched. This is a pretty ironic, if not an almost irrational sensation, considering it was I who opted to put my views and thoughts on display for the world to see in the first place.
Nor did I automatically chalk up the nuisance of being prevented every so often from “joining the club” to discrimination. Indeed, if there’s one thing I can’t stand as a political conservative, it is right-wing conspiracy theories born out of paranoia — a symptom of megalomania.