I wanted to buy something second-hand. Unfortunately, Facebook Marketplace is the shit where I live. So I thought I could quickly register, contact the seller, and delete my account afterwards.
However, I refuse to participate in this insanity. Video selfie my ass, Facebook.
Except that’s not what did it, and I suspect any such thing is shitty corporate bloatware. In the end, distinctive eyebrows and a good-old-fashioned snitch did him in. He wasn’t anywhere close to the radar before that.
Privacy defeatism was already fully going in the days of MySpace. That should tell you a bit about how empirical it ever was.