I got this nice message from Facebook this morning that said they don’t think I’m using my real name. I don’t know if they are that stupid or if they think I’m stupid enough to believe this was some random account check. A quick look at my familial relationships on Facebook would verify that “Barefoot” is a real name. Hell, a quick Google search would list hundreds of people named Barefoot in the US and England. Even a search for my specific name will list several sites under which I use my real identity. I’ve never used a fake ID on the internet in the 25 years I’ve owned a computer.
So, no, Facebook, I don’t believe that you simply have a problem with my name. I suspect that some butt-hurt
cop anonymous person didn’t like something I posted and flagged me. Well, isn’t that just petty and childish? Instead of debating or even insulting me in the open, they run to mommy Facebook’s ironically faceless system and try to make my life difficult. You, Facebook, are complicit in this childish game. You’re lying to me about having an issue with my name.
Sad, pathetic, childish, and lame are all the words I could find in the thesaurus. Oh, and Facebook’s support via email is woefully lacking, slow, and full of auto-generated platitudes. Don’t they realize that the lag time involved in such an inconvenience encourages people to create fake accounts just to get back into Facebook? Not that I did that, but some will. It’s shooting their own servers in the face, if you ask me.