Once upon a time, I created a Page on Facemuck. It was just a place to share my origami. It was nice, people liked it. It was like a cozy, sunny room with an open door. I could come and go as I pleased.
But this was Facemuck, land of the whore and home of the knave, where all that matters is making money. Big Bully constantly annoyed me with nags about my “business”. Then along came the NEeeew PAyage Expeeerayance. The door slammed shut. I could still go into my Page, but it wasn’t mine any more. I had to change clothes every time I went through that door, and the door was always locked behind me until I changed back.
I locked the door and barred it.
Now I have a Group. It’s another pleasant room, a cheerful place where there’s always a little party going on. I can freely go in and out.
I wonder how long it will be before Big Bully thinks up a way to ruin that too.