After a few stops and starts, I have become comfortable with blogging, and learned to enjoy it. I came to Twitter reluctantly, and now enjoy it when I remember to check the account. But I remain indifferent to the third point of the triangle that tech and style editors tell us that all Web 2.0-savvy individuals must use, Facebook. Principally because I watch my wife play with it. It bores me about as much as watching me play online games must bore her.
But I haven't hated Facebook, up until now.
You hereby grant Facebook an irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, fully paid, worldwide license (with the right to sublicense) to (a) use, copy, publish, stream, store, retain, publicly perform or display, transmit, scan, reformat, modify, edit, frame, translate, excerpt, adapt, create derivative works and distribute (through multiple tiers), any User Content you (i) Post on or in connection with the Facebook Service or the promotion thereof subject only to your privacy settings or (ii) enable a user to Post, including by offering a Share Link on your website and (b) to use your name, likeness and image for any purpose, including commercial or advertising, each of (a) and (b) on or in connection with the Facebook Service or the promotion thereof. You represent and warrant that you have all rights and permissions to grant the foregoing licenses. You may remove your User Content from the Site at any time. If you choose to remove your User Content, the license granted above will automatically expire, however you acknowledge that the Company may retain archived copies of your User Content.
Today it reads pretty much the same way, except without those last two sentences. Oh, and they added a provision that the license you granted them survives any termination of your Facebook account, forever.
But suppose one isn't a Venezuelan dictator? Suppose one is an aspiring actor, or politician, or writer. Suppose that the next Updike is starting out with short stories on Facebook. Under the terms of this agreement, if enforceable, Facebook could compile our future Updike's work, long after he'd become famous, to make a killing. Or suppose a blogger is actually dumb enough to include a "Share Link" button on his web page? Does Facebook own the blog? Does Facebook own every image, word, and dumb status update that you post?