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After fourteen years of being on Twitter, I’ve given up my apron. The massive and brutal layoffs of employees following Elon Musk’s rise to power were the final straw. So where are we going now? Apparently on Mastodon.
“Bye Twitter,” I announced this weekend on the Instagram story. Where can we say we are leaving the social network where we express ourselves most? Then close the account with an imperial gesture on Twitter? Kind of ridiculous, isn’t it? So I chose Insta, which is usually devoted to photos of my daughter, stuffed cabbage casseroles, and northern beaches. Bye Twitter, the end of an era. After fourteen years, ten thousand subscribers and a certified account that will soon be as expensive as a Netflix subscription, I decided to leave. Ubu Musk’s massive and brutal layoffs were the final straw. The fear of seeing the network become a Wild West where hate speech thrives, the moral exhaustion at the prospect of participating in one way or another in a giant libertarian enterprise that persuaded the heck I deserted.
For a few months I had slowed the pace. Too many powerful images, opinions thrown in our face, fear-inducing posts, long-learned threads to explain life to us. Too much noise and anger. As a feminist, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to express myself on Twitter.