Maybe is alright. Or: how it’s not a binary world.

One of the major reasons for why I’m using — or at least why I’m telling myself that I’m using — Facebook is that I can keep track of what’s happening in the city. Event wise. Where people are going, etc. RSVPs on Facebook didn’t mean much for a long time now and the company is trying to react to it. You might have noticed that they have changed the lingo from “Going, Maybe and Not Going” to “Going, Interested and Invited.” Not Going disappeared from the main view. Being “Interested” also feels like a better state of mind than being “a maybe” (thanks for that, Marlboro). A recent iMessage conversation went a bit like this:

A: “Here’s an invent for Saturday evening (Link to a Facebook event is being posted).”

B: I am interested (or, at least, I’m pretending to be…)

A: Aren’t we all always interested?

B: Thumbs up society.

I’ve recently been more aware of the fact that some people enjoy North American culture more because it’s not as negative. People aren’t as skeptical. I honestly don’t know how it’s possible that this is true in the US, but even if it’s possible outside from the white privileged people that most of the people that I know surround themselves with, I’m not sure that it’s what I want from my peer group. And not because I want to surround myself with doom day scenarios, but because I think that embracing the grey, the messy, the complicated is more important than pretending that everything is possible for everyone. It’s not. It has never been and from what I can see the New Normal won’t provide equality across the board anytime soon. And that, by design, is a very big problem for platforms like Facebook who just can’t shake that identity of being as white and privileged as their founders. And to them, I say: Fuck you, Facebook and fuck you, Marlboro, I’m glad that I’m skeptical or — if you want to put a label on it (thanks, Queen B) — a Maybe.

(Now I feel like I pissed on JFK’s grave. Sorry. Maybe.)

Listen to Nas — If I Rule The World (Imagine That).

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