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I love Nextdoor, a social network I do not post on.
Mostly because I find it hilarious to watch people say out-of-pocket shit to under their own government names to people they are going to see at the farmer’s market and everywhere else. (The problem of people being mean online is not, it turns out, anonymity.) Here’s one woman’s story of the local consequences of a post.
How I became the villain of El Cerrito’s Nextdoor
[Oakland Review of Books]
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