Derek has challenged me to go on a 30-day social media detox. I’m going to do it in 2024. That will mean no Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Instagram, TikTok, Threads or LinkedIn for a month. No Randy Rainbow, Holistic Psychologist, Anthony Jeselnik or Michael Rappaport.
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I’ve never really been a “follow the crowd” type of woman. One look at my wardrobe in high school and you’ll see that was always true. I wore a “security sweater”, like The Peanuts’ Linus with his blanket. Sure, I also had a 1970’s fooler top (one piece that looks like two), platform shoes, and flared cords. Sometimes you had to get whatever was trendy because that’s all that was available.
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On our new podcast, Gracefully and Frankly, Erin Davis and I talked about some words that are no longer appropriate. There are obvious ones of course, but in just the last week I’ve learned about others I never, ever would have imagined. And there was beaucoup confusion on Twitter.
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Social media has affected journalism in countless ways. And when I say journalism, I’m including all types of stories – frivolous entertainment, serious politics, privacy, tech, you name it. Whatever gets mixed into the stew of news and information counts as small-j, journalism.
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Social media brings us the worst human beings and causes us to talk about them and consider their ill-informed opinions as if they mattered.
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This is Mike Sloan’s final resting place near Peterborough. It’s one of the perils of pre-planning – Mike died on Monday, very much in 2020. Mike had one persona before the rest of the country got to know him via his cancer fight. He developed another one, a better, more effective and loving one, afterward.
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I don’t remember how I came to know about Barn Sanctuary in Chelsea, Michigan, but even though I’m a meat eater, I’m a fan of what they do. When I first followed them on Twitter, their fan base was in the hundreds. Now they’re closing in on 30,000 followers.
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On Friday night, I attended an invitation-only Celebration of Life. It was unusual, and a first for me, because the life we were celebrating isn’t over. The honoree was there, at the YOU (Youth Opportunities Unlimited) Cafe in downtown London.
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It’s never bothered me to get captured by surveillance cameras. I know it annoys some people that everywhere we go, there’s a lens on us. Add to that, the people who feel the need to record everything, grabbing our images in the process.
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We spend too much of our time listening to the wrong people. An unintelligent (alleged) billionaire blathers into our daily consciousness. Rap stars grab headlines for arguments about nothing. Idiot politicians congratulate themselves for their failures. So. Much. Noise. …
I can’t remember how many times my birthday has actually fallen on Thanksgiving Day. I could look it up, I suppose, but that would mean moving around after eating so much turkey and pie, so, that’s not going to happen. It was a wonderful day and I feel especially blessed. …
There’s nothing wrong with thinking the best of people. That is, until they prove you wrong. All along, I had a feeling I’d live to regret praising the reboot of Roseanne’s now-cancelled sitcom. …
One of life’s little delights is discovering that the artist whose work you admire is also a great human being. So often it happens the other way. I’m looking at you, Louis ck. …
I suppose I should feel flattered. Scores of Twitter bots, those automated, pre-programmed fake accounts, started following me last week. I didn’t even realize it was part of a trend until London’s Medical Officer of Health tweeted about it. Then CTV London did a story about it, explaining that ‘prominent’ Londoners were being targeted by these sinister little twits. …
One of the co-founders of Facebook admitted what we all suspected: the program was designed to be addictive. …
The clocks fell back this weekend and we ostensibly acquired another hour of time. The cliche is that we gain “another hour of sleep” but a Michigan State University study reveals that we only gain twelve minutes of sleep. And when we spring forward we lose about forty minutes. The math just doesn’t work once there’s human intervention. …
Something didn’t sit right in my news-junkie tummy last week when a Canadian-American family was freed from Taliban custody after five years. …
