Facebook have made it even more difficult than before to track the impact of your posts. Luckily I had already tallied the first half of the year, so it was a bit less tedious to scroll through and tally manually. And unlike Twitter, there are only three things to measure – reactions, comments and shares.
Most comments: a rather toxic debate on 'cancel culture', though I feel I owe it to my trans friends (and indeed my trans enemies) to spell out where I stand. Basically, if you are not prepared to use people's preferred pronouns, I don't really want to be friends with you.
“Cancel culture” is nothing more than the latest repackaging of the argument that the true threat to liberalism resides…
Posted by Nicholas Whyte on Monday, 13 July 2020
Most shares (only counting my own content rather than stuff I've nicked from elsewhere): my valedictory piece for UK membership. Here I clearly spoke for many far beyond my own circle of friends, and again I stand by it.
It is one thousand, three hundred and seventeen days since the Brexit referendum. And I am still angry.
There is no…
Posted by Nicholas Whyte on Friday, 31 January 2020
On a totally positive note, the most reactions to any post was my re-upping my wedding day photo, originally posted in 2017.
27 years on!
Posted by Nicholas Whyte on Friday, 2 October 2020
The part about anecdotes over data resonates with me. When I was at the Worldcon in Montréal, there apparently was a helicopter accident in New York City where some people were killed. (I didn’t hear about it; I was busy with Anticipation.) My grandfather back in California saw it on the news. He assumed that I was dead. A few weeks later when I got home, I called him to let him know I’d be coming by, and my mother told me it as though a ghost had telephoned him. Despite having traveled across the Pacific Ocean courtesy of the US Government during WW II, he just had no concept of the size of the world and how many people were in it, so obviously if his grandson had traveled somewhere “back east” and there was an accident on the news, I must have been in it. (Ironically, I hadn’t even flown to Montréal — I’d taken the train from California.)