This article from the Washington Post is one of several I’ve seen in the last few days, highlighting the differences between the coverage of the situation in Ferguson, MO on Facebook and Twitter. They are all essentially arguing the same thing. On Twitter, you see lots of stuff about Ferguson. On Facebook, you see lots of stuff about the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.
Although this article notes that some component of the difference is that Twitter is a platform that encourages people to update frequently, most of the article is dedicated to implying the cause is Facebook’s news algorithm.
I don’t claim to understand Facebook’s algorithm. They aren’t transparent about how it works and for work, I can find it infuriating.
Personally, I’m not having this experience. My Facebook feed is as dominated by Ferguson related material as my Twitter feed. As far as I can tell, there’s a simple reason. Most of my friends are culturally aware. A lot of them are activists. Many of them are POC and other minorities.
I’m privileged to call these people my friends. And not just Facebook friends. Real friends who are reporters and activists and volunteers and generally aware that shit in the world is fucked up and bullshit.
If no one on your Facebook feed is posting about Ferguson or the wars in Syria or the situation in Gaza, before you bitch about Facebook’s algorithm, think about the people you choose to surround yourself with.
“The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.” -Gilbert K. Chesterton
I stopped by the local organic grocery store on my way home from work the other day and, as I was browsing for brown rice, I overheard people speaking in English. Specifically, American English.
It was three women, in their mid-thirties, discussing potential purchases. Hearing English, even American English, isn’t wholly unusual. Delft has a big university and there are a lot of internationals here. However, these women clearly weren’t students. Nor were they especially accustomed to life outside the US.
As I moved on from rice to white beans, I heard them discussing how the grocery store doesn’t accept “cards.” This is pretty standard Dutch business culture. Essentially no one, outside of big hotel chains and Ikea, accepts credit cards. Typically most places accept “pinnen,” the Dutch equivalent of a debit card, and cash. As an American who is used to swiping everywhere and as a person who is loath to carry cash, I understand the frustration. However, when in Rome and all that…
When I joined the check out line, I found myself behind the trio. They were discussing (loudly, of course) how weird it is that a grocery store doesn’t accept credit cards. The first woman was rung up, paid in cash, and then stared at the groceries that had accumulated on the belt. She looked at the teenage cashier and asked “Oh, do I have to bag these myself?” The kid, confused (because you have to bag your own groceries in every fucking grocery store in Holland), assumed she was asking about purchasing a bag and said “Yes” and pointed at the bags for sale. The woman, who thankfully wasn’t utterly clueless, realized that not only must she bag her own groceries, but if she wanted a bag in which to put them, she must buy one.
Aside from the stereotypical boorish American behavior, what I found most frustrating about this situation was the utter lack of observation these women engaged in. Others had checked out ahead of us. There were other checkout lines. Simply watching what everyone else in line was doing would have given a clue as to how you should behave.
Americans seem to assume that everyone else on the planet will do things exactly as it is done in the homeland. They seem to lack understanding that norms may be different in other parts of the world and you will be expected to abide by them.