During the pandemic I had two primary obsessions. The first was records. In May 2020, I purchased my first turntable since high school and immediately set out to build a top-notch vinyl collection. The second obsession, sports cards, is a bit more difficult to admit. When my brother and I were kids, collecting baseball cards was one of our greatest childhood obsessions. He mentioned that he was getting his oldest son into the hobby and urged me to take a look at the binders of cards that had been sitting in my closet untouched, and, quickly, I developed a middle-aged fixation.
I know all the reasons why I should loathe Facebook, but I would prefer to live in a world where the Facebook platform exists.
I listened to podcasts, read articles, went to card stores, talked to the owners and shopped on eBay, but I found that the greatest fount of information came from the website everyone loves to hate: Facebook. This year I joined a host of Facebook groups: NFL Football Cards, NBA Basketball Cards, Vintage Baseball, Rookie Cards and others. I shopped for cards or talked about the hobby with people like me, some of whom were rediscovering their love of collecting.
I know all the reasons why I should loathe Facebook — and truth be told, I love to hate Facebook, too — but I would prefer to live in a world where the Facebook platform exists.
As for the Facebook company, well, that’s a different story. Its business practices are appalling. The site has become a tool for propagandists, sex traffickers and drug cartels. In Myanmar, Facebook played a key role in spurring violence against the ethnic Rohingya. The company’s executives not only refuse to properly regulate Facebook’s users, but they clearly see the financial benefits of allowing extremism and misinformation to run rampant on its site.
A recent Wall Street Journal article detailing the ways in which Instagram (owned by Facebook) causes young girls to develop body image issues made me nauseous — and that it said Facebook knew about this corrosive impact convinced me not to let my young kids anywhere near the app.
On Monday, when the site went down for several hours, I joined many on Twitter, that other much-derided social media site, in mocking Facebook’s public pratfall and expressing no sense of urgency in seeing it get back online.
But then I thought of all those card sellers who rely on Facebook to put money in their pockets — and collectors who use the site to search not just for cards but also community. As I tried in vain to reach my brother who lives overseas and with whom I only communicate via WhatsApp (owned by Facebook), I remembered how many people around the world depend on Facebook, WhatsApp and Instagram to talk to one another. There’s a reason why so many people continue to gravitate to Facebook: It remains an extraordinary — and likely irreplaceable — tool for bringing people together.
Indeed, my records obsession was born, in part, out of a rekindled friendship with a vinyl junkie with whom I attended high school. How did we become friends again? You guessed it: Facebook.
For all its many faults, Facebook allows people to communicate online, find people with like-minded interests and reconnect with friends and family. Love it or hate it, Facebook has become for millions of people their primary tool for interacting with the world.
To Facebook’s critics, the site is a viper’s nest. They’re not wrong. Whenever I make the mistake of scrolling through Facebook’s news feed and see the vacuous, often misleading news stories the site bizarrely thinks I’d be interested in, my blood pressure rises. But while the bathwater may be dirty, the baby is not.







