Facebook has blocked me for 24 hours, taking away from me my primary means of procrastinating when I’m supposed to be writing. It’s the reason behind my gagging that irks, more than the actual removal of my “Facebook Rights”.
I recently returned from my first “family holiday” with my partner and her 15 year old son; his words, not mine.
Despite “The Youth” being totally focused on getting into the skate-park we’ve found for him in Oslo, he has to temper his desire to skate with a bit of “art & culture” first.
We end up in the Astrup Fearnley Museum, and are pleased to see that, yet again, “The Youth” is allowed free entry to the exhibitions.
The artist Dan Colen is the current draw, and we – my girlfriend and I – are certain “The Youth” will appreciate Colen’s confrontational, pop culture work.
We were right, although at the end of our “family holiday”, “The Youth” informed us that the highlight for him was the painting “The Dance of Life” by Munch.
When we finally got home, I uploaded some of the photographs I’d taken while on holiday, and it was one of these pictures that got me blocked from Facebook.
It is a picture of a sculpture by Colen, called “Livin and Dyin”.
I suspect it wasn’t the Kool-Aid Guy, Wylie Coyote, or Roger Rabbit that offended, but the representation of the artist naked.
I’ve told Facebook what I think about its “values”, but as of this moment the ban still stands, which means I have a number of options:
I can head over to Twitter
I can make another coffee
I can now legitimately break for lunch
I can do some much needed admin
I can get on with some writing
I can complain about shitty censorship and double standards
I’m off to put the kettle on, and grab a bite to eat. I might be in virtual solitary confinement at the moment, but I’ll be buggered if I’m going to go on hunger strike over the matter.
“The Dance of Life” by Edvard Munch
“Livin’ and Dyin” by Dan Colen