No Number of Views Is Worth My Grandbabies

No Number of Views Is Worth My Grandbabies

Y’all know my personal Facebook has always been my safe space. It’s private—you have to be accepted to be here—and most of y’all have been with me for years.

Over time, I’ve weeded out the bad apples, and I’m sure plenty of people have weeded me out too. That’s perfectly fine. More power to them.

But for the most part, the people on this page are amazing humans. Nobody gives me shit, nobody really fucks with me, and I feel like I can be completely open and honest here.

Do I still get judged? I’m sure I do. But I’ve always felt safe sharing my life with y’all.

And y’all know how much I love my two grandbabies. I take a million pictures and videos of them—but let’s be honest, I take a million pictures of everything. 😂 I document their lives because I love them, they do the funniest things, and I never want to forget these little moments.

When I started my new public social media pages, I posted quite a bit of Elliot because that content was getting a lot of views. Of course I liked the views. Views bring new followers, and I’m building my platform because I want to grow my jewelry business.

Y’all also know I’m resourceful. I have connections, I can find just about anything, and hopefully, if I can grow an audience of 200,000 people, I’ll be able to sell some shit!

But I never wanted Elliot to be the reason my page grew.

I didn’t want my public platform to become all about her, so I stopped posting her for a couple of weeks. I posted plenty of other content and still got views—but not nearly as many as some of the videos featuring her.

Then my little Social Media Guru ❤️❤️ showed me the analytics.

She said, “I know Elliot gets a lot of views, but if she’s going to appear in your content, it needs to be intentional—like going to Lucchese, trying on boots, and doing something together. Because when you look at who is watching these videos, far too many of them are grown men.”

Let me tell you something: that made me absolutely sick.

Obviously, not every man who watches a video containing a child is some kind of pervert. But when the analytics show a strange, heavily male audience repeatedly watching videos of a little girl, I’m not going to ignore it.

I don’t give a damn how many views, followers, or dollars those videos could bring me. Nothing is worth risking my grandbabies being watched for the wrong reasons.

Nothing.

The really infuriating part is that I see all kinds of inappropriate bullshit on Facebook—nudity, sexual content, and things that clearly don’t belong there. Maybe Meta catches some of it and misses some of it. I honestly don’t know.

Years ago, because we all know technology is not my strong suit, I started using Facebook albums to preserve my pictures. I figured Facebook wasn’t going anywhere, so I created private albums that only I—or a few people I specifically chose—could see.

I probably have a hundred albums filled with family memories.

I created private albums for Elliot and Sloane too. These were normal family pictures. Everyday moments. Pictures that were never posted publicly and were never intended for the world to see.

Yet Meta flagged an innocent private photo as suspected sexual content involving a child, and that flag contributed to the problems and restrictions placed on my account.

Meanwhile, actual predators can apparently sit online and watch innocent videos of children—and sometimes the only way we realize it is by digging into the analytics.

How does that make any sense?

The internet can be an incredible tool. It helps people build businesses, make connections, preserve memories, and create opportunities they never would have had otherwise.

But the dark, perverted side of it is fucking disgusting.

It makes me angry. It makes me sick. And it has made me look at everything I share publicly in a completely different way.

I love sharing my life. I love sharing the funny, sweet, everyday moments with my family. And I’m incredibly proud of my grandbabies.

But their safety will always come first.

No number of views will ever be worth more than protecting Elliot and Sloane.

Not 10,000 views.

Not one million views.

Not one single view.