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Craigslist is an platform for online classified advertisements with a focus on (among others) jobs, housing, personals, items for sale, services, community messages. Craigslist was founded by Craig Newmark.
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Most Reported Problems
The following are the most recent problems reported by Craigslist users through our website.
- Errors (63%)
- Website Down (25%)
- Sign in (13%)
Live Outage Map
The most recent Craigslist outage reports came from the following cities:
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Craigslist Issues Reports
Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:
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The Artist Formerly Known (@aresteanu) reported@DeivonDrago I've legit considered putting up craigslist ads for ghostbuster services. I show up to the "haunted" house and just explain ghosts ain't real and demand my hard-earned pay. Then I realised this is a funny metaphor for dispelling the mystery of the Hard Problem.
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𐡀 (@Xyleniqq) reportedThere's a deli two blocks from my office. I've been going there for 12 years. I order the same thing every time. Turkey, provolone, lettuce, tomato, mustard, on rye. Today, the guy behind the counter looked at me. Guy: Can I ask you something? Me: Sure. Guy: Why do you always order this sandwich? Me: Because I like it. Guy: You're the only person who's ever ordered it. Me: What? Guy: In 30 years. You're the only one. Me: How is that possible? Guy: I don't know. But we keep rye bread in stock just for you. Me: Just for me? Guy: Yeah. I didn't know what to say. Me: I can order something else. Guy: No. Don't. We like the consistency. Now I feel obligated to order it forever. --- ## 9. A guy on Craigslist paid me $40 to attend his improv show and heckle him. It went horribly wrong. I needed $40. I saw an ad on Craigslist. "Need someone to heckle me during my improv show. $40. Must be loud." I responded. The guy, Tyler, called me. Tyler: You comfortable yelling in public? Me: Sure. Tyler: Great. Just show up. Sit in the back. When I point at you, yell something mean. Me: Like what? Tyler: Doesn't matter. Just be loud. I showed up. Small theater. Maybe 30 people. Tyler's improv group performed. Fifteen minutes in, Tyler pointed at me. I yelled: You suck! The audience laughed. Tyler: Oh yeah? You think you can do better? Me: Yeah! Tyler: Come up here then! I didn't expect that. Tyler: Come on! Let's see what you got! The audience started chanting. I walked on stage. Tyler handed me a prop. Tyler: You're a detective. I'm a criminal. Go. I froze. I had no idea what to do. Tyler: Come on, detective. Interrogate me. Me: Uh. Where were you on the night of... the thing? The audience laughed. Tyler: What thing? Me: The... crime thing. I was bombing. But people were laughing. Tyler: You're terrible at this! Me: I know! I stayed on stage for ten minutes. At the end, Tyler handed me $60. Tyler: You were hilarious. Me: I thought I was supposed to heckle you. Tyler: You were better as a participant. He asked me to come back next week. I said no. But I'm thinking about it.
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ᴬᵍᵉᵒᶠᵈᵒᵍᵉ (@evilduck92) reported@Lexcalibur001 @Vyyyper @grok PC doesn't count as a current platform? I don't buy AAA games on launch, but I don't think that should be taken as an across the board statement that I don't play anything new. Some of my favorites are: Factorio <-Arguably not a game, but still the best game. Civilization V All the Creeper World games. Cyberpunk 2077 All the Serious Sam games Age of Empires II Age of Mythology Rise of Nations Deus Ex Fallout 3 / Vegas Saints Row 3 Ion Fury Portal Bioshock I'll give you a lot of those are older, but let's face it the new Civ games are crap. The RTS genera hasn't advanced since AoE2 IMO. I played the newer Deus Ex and what not, but the quality has dropped dramatically. Recently I have been playing a lot of rouge like action games. Brotato, Nova Drift, 20XX, 30XX I also do a lot of puzzle / physics stuff / real time problem solving games. I played a lot of the Steam VR stuff that was out more than 4 years ago. I have been waiting on the Steam Frame to get back into that. Quite a few arcade style games. A lot of indy games. I mostly focus on them at this point. I did pick up a Wii off craigslist just to do Mario Galaxy on the original controls.
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KuphDev (@KuphDev) reported@zanehengsperger Gud strat. Get the people scrolling thru craigslist trying to find deals on old cars to fix up
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PureProduct io (@PureProductIO) reportedMost brands burn cash on flashy ads while their product pages look like 2015 Craigslist posts. Your listing copy, photos, and UX do more heavy lifting than any paid campaign ever will. Fix the foundation before you light money on fire. #ecommerce
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Diluc (@hsaffiliate2025) reportedA company with 30 employees made $1 billion a year. Not Google. Not Facebook. Craigslist. At its peak, revenue per employee was 10-20x Google's. The founder did everything "wrong": rejected billions from VCs, ran zero ads, and demoted himself to customer support. Then within 6 years, revenue crashed 70%+. Here’s the real story. • Started as a simple email list in 1995 by Craig Newmark, an IBM programmer. • Friends asked to post jobs and rentals. He built a bare-bones website — intentionally ugly, like a community bulletin board. • Zero marketing spend. Network effects did all the work. • In 1999, he made it a for-profit company but kept 99% free. Charged only for some job posts in a few cities. • In 2000, he stepped down as CEO to become a customer service rep. He didn't like managing people. • The result: ~30 employees, ~$1B annual revenue (reportedly, around 2018). For comparison, Google's per-employee revenue was ~$1.2M; Facebook's ~$1.6M. Craigslist's was $20-35M. • They rejected every opportunity to make more money. Every niche they dominated was later turned into a billion-dollar company by someone else: • Jobs → LinkedIn • Housing → Zillow • Goods → eBay, Facebook Marketplace • Then crises hit: • 2004: eBay bought 30% of Craigslist without founders' consent. Legal battle followed. Craigslist converted to an LLC to avoid shareholder profit demands. • 2009: "Craigslist killer" — a medical student used the site to commit murder. The adult services section, worth $36M/year, was shut down. • Mobile revolution: Craigslist stayed ugly and desktop-only. Facebook Marketplace launched in 2016, fully mobile, with real names. It surpassed 1 billion users by 2021. • Revenue reportedly dropped from ~$1B (2018) to ~$300M (2023). A 70% decline. The irony? The same principles that built Craigslist killed it: • 99% free → no money to modernize • No investment → no strategic pivot • Anti-commercial → picked apart by specialists Craig Newmark today lives in an apartment, owns no car, keeps pigeons. He's donated over $500M to journalism — the very industry his site helped destroy. This isn't a story of failure. It's a story of choices. You can live by your values and be comfortable. But markets don't wait. Craigslist's decline was a choice. Takeaway: If you don't evolve, you get eaten. Security and growth rarely coexist. Follow for more real AI money breakdowns. #Craigslist #BusinessLessons
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C (@0xce42) reported@Mossyfoxx Either fix it or sell yours on craigslist and buy a new one.
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Mike Mabes (@MrMabes) reported@35yearoldfriend If you want to talk to me about how to start a successful handyman business with no skills I have been a self employed gig worker since I started posting ads on craigslist 22 years ago saying I would come chop down trees and labor for $8 an hour. By the end of year I charged $25
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Billy Dickson 🪐💫🌕🫧 (@Billy_Dickson) reported@KosinskiKen I’m sick and tired of people shoving their ****** crosses down everyone’s throats but that don’t stop you. Also homie you have a bad case of the gay face and you look like you smell like Craigslist.
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FOXX in Miami Beach! (@msjennifoxx) reported@NikkiKnoxxo @MsAnastasiaRose @WeAreTryst SESTAFOSTA is what happened with Eros and ******** and Craigslist personals. Once Eros evacuated from their US office the support became abysmal. And then they got rid of the categories like ****. Tryst blew up rapidly when Eros ditched the categories & they just couldn’t handle the volume especially with all of the online only profiles and bots inundating the site. I was extremely fortunate that the one issue I had with tryst I was able to resolve quickly but it had me terrified when my profile went offline there because I have been deplatformed by so many places it was the only site I had left. I’ve heard if you reach out on here you get quicker support but can’t confirm that personally
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bash (@mellamobash) reportedCraigslist needs to be shut down or sold. It used to be such a good spot to find cheap cars or apartment rentals, now it’s just all fake posts.
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King Neptune (@neptunemining) reported3/ Miner capitulation means fire sales, bankruptcies, and S19s on Craigslist next to broken treadmills. NMT's break-even is sub-30k with debt service still covered. We buy the treadmills and run them on sunshine.
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PeteHustle (@PeteHustle) reported@ausome_a @TraeyzX @Timberwolves I can imagine and with electronic flagging I bet it’s getting more difficult but that’s why you gotta switch between Ticketmaster, Gametime and StubHub and if you can sell privately and just transfer to another team email that usually helps keep the numbers down. I miss the days where you could go on craigslist, and a seller could just email you the tickets.
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Ologwa (@ologwa) reported@SolaTheAnalyst Got a 75inch TV from best buy for $1200. Couldnt sleep at night thinking 1.4m naira for TV. I took my phone, opened craigslist, saw same 75inch 4k TV someone wanted to sell for $400. I chatted the person, went to pickup, pull down my $1200 TV and went to collect my $1200.
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Alex Kruger (@KrugerSays) reportedI was 26 and I thought I was a failure. I’d just shut down a funeral company. Before that, we were a different funeral company lol. Before that, I ran sales for a parking app. Before that, I was 22, living in Austin, renting a house on Craigslist that became another company’s headquarters because someone at that company told me to “go launch the city.” And so it was 4-5 years of not having any amount of cohesion/synergy/insert_boringcorporatewordhere. So I flew to Guatemala by myself and read a self-help book my aunt had given me. The book told me to write down what mattered to me. I wrote: making people happier. Not ending world hunger. Not curing disease. Not having "impact" Just happier. Which was nice but also useless. The book then had me map out what kind of career could allow me to run the fruits of my labor through this filter of: does this make someone happier. The content world seemed like a good starter direction. Make people laugh. Make them think. Maybe make them less bored. Then I started looking for something that helped people level up. Something that made people smarter, figuring that smarter would probably make happier moreso than something like porn, though maybe I was/am wrong. So I found a YouTube channel in LA that prided itself on making smart + funny content for millennial men. It was a B-minus business model. But I loved every second of it. And the team was exceptional. And then another friend asked if I could help him hire a head of marketing. I’d never recruited anyone, but: would helping someone get a better job make them happier? Obviously yes. So I stole an engagement letter from a friend who ran a recruiting firm, pretended I did this all the time, and three months later placed someone and got paid $30,000. Again, the filter held. Not because I had found my calling while sitting on a mountain in Guatemala but because the next thing in front of me fit the thing I had written down. Shortly after, I started taking on clients who wanted help with marketing. This wasn't fun, but I needed an income and didn’t want another boss, and, soon after our clients started asking if they could hire our international talent directly. Woah. This recruiting thing again. This thing I very much liked and was weirdly good at. Now, that’s Scale Army. It wasn’t happiness + content + leveling up + jobs magically becoming one company. It was more like: I wrote down one vague thing I cared about, and then I kept saying yes to the next thing that seemed to pass. Figure out a thing you care about. Make that your filter. Say no to everything that doesn't make the cut.
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sam (@Voxozz) reported@xskvki wait until they find out about craigslist rehoming pages… anyways, i hate this argument because byb dogs are much more likely to develop expensive health and/or behavior problems
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🔥 QRYZSTOS ALI (Metal Q)🔥 (@Quincinerate) reportedThe guitar luthier I found on Craigslist just called me. He’s gonna come fix my Jackson next week and adjust the pickups for more gain. I can already tell this is gonna be my new guy.
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RationalAnarchist (@marcalodunerro) reported@deplorable2025 @EBTtok I agree with you mostly but i also want to mock you because your name is Craig. For the life of me though I can't remember a Craig that has given me an issue. Maybe Craigslist has something to do with it. 🤔
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peepeepoopoo (@DeepDishEnjoyer) reportedback in my day if you wanted to buy bitcoin you would go on craigslist and email a sketchy guy on your protonmail and then meet up at starbucks ******* skill issue if we're being honest
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John Deez (@J_Nitad) reported@GOP_is_Gutless I have sold many items on Craigslist. Rule #1 I don't deal with blacks. Not worth the trouble or risk.
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GulagRat (@Gulag_Rat) reported@BitcoinSapiens Rent aka splitting a 1 or 2 BR with a roomate, should have no issues affording it. Do people not use Craigslist anymore? Get a roomate and save your money folks
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Sir Duke the Realist (@Thedukeg1993) reported@GOP_is_Gutless One, never buy anything off of Facebook marketplace or Craigslist. That's a lure into trouble. He could have bought it from a real dealer (not victim blaming, just a smarter, safer alternative). Two, usual suspects. Typical
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🇺🇸Mr. Davis 🇺🇸 (@MrDavisII) reported@ScottPresler @LeaderJohnThune Day 3601 since Scott and boys got down at the Virginia Beach RNC office and posted the pictures on Craigslist.
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Jackson Storm (@RacingFourJesus) reported@The8bitidiot The issue was so bad that Microsoft had to extend the warranty by like 3 years if I remember correctly. They couldn't figure it out...there were multiple mobo iterations. I used to pick them up with the RROD off ebay or craigslist for cheap. As long as the seal was still intact and would mail them to Microsoft, wait 4-6 weeks for the replacement, and then resell them for a decent profit. Probably did this 6 or 7 times. If memory serves correctly there was a "arcade" version you could get without a hdd that had HDMI and was the most reliable version. The cover on the disc drive was white instead of chrome.
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Tyrin The Body (@TyrinLeeXXX) reportedStory time 😈 pt 1 When i was 16 i gave my *** up for the first time for the first time to some guy I met on Craigslist. I labeled my ad as 18yr virgin hole and I included pictures. After gettin what felt like a million hits I finally settle on one. We exchanged emails and eventually texts. I explained I was a virgin and looking to take **** for the first time. He had big **** and was obviously older (at the time mid 40s) He walked me through douching via text. I remember using my Gatorade bottle from my high-school gym bag lol to clean out. Which was easy cuz I had my own bathroom in the basement (perks of being the oldest lol). My bedroom was in the basement so I would sneak out of my house through the window, pushed the car out of the drive way so It didn't make noise when I started it lol. It was about 130 am when I finally got to his house. He lived about but about 30 minutes away. I remember being so scared as I got out of my car walking up to the door of his house cuz it was Hella dark. He opened it without coming outside and I walked in. He guided me through through the house, we eventually got to a door which lead to the basement. We go down the stairs and I remember seeing an entire set up, blue lights, music, giant *** bed and giant *** mirror in front. I remember sitting on the bed. He told me to get down and come over to him, as I walk over he drops his pants and told me to suck his ****. And which i did. I remember thinking his **** was much bigger and harder then my friends (we would sometimes jerk each other in the bathroom at school during lunch). About 10 minutes goes by and he tells me to get on the bed but get on all 4s. I started tk sweat slightly cuz i was getting nervous and I remember telling him again that I was brand new to all this. Telling me to just relax, he guided my body to an all 4 position with my *** literally hanging off the bed I was thinking i was gonna fall. He then gave me a bottle (poppers) and told me to sniff lightly. I remember getting the biggest headache and then just just laid my head and chest on the bed cuz **** was spinning. *** still up, he began to eat my hole. Never in my life feeling that sensation immediately tensed up. Things still spinning but slightly less, he tells me to lightly sniff again and then lay back down head and chest to the bed. So I did and he began to eat my hole. Now I'm feeling the euphoria of it all and he begins telling me to push out. I remember being confused and asking what do you mean, he stops and he said verbatim "push like your taking a ****" He hands me the bottle, I sniff and push. I remember literally feeling his tongue slide in and out of my hole. So for about 15 minutes so I'm *** up while he "prepped" me. Then he turned me on my back and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He put a pillow under my lower back and told me to sniff lightly like I've been doing. Now getting a good look at him, I realized this was definitely an older man, but we are so far in and hes clearly into what we are doing so I brushed the idea out of my head. Still slightly being out of it from the poppers, he tells to sniff and push out. I remember feeling the head of his **** on my hole and was hard and pulsating. I remember getting hard and he started to suck my ****. Only for a slight moment and quickly became brick. Once back to position, he then told me to sniff and push. Which I did. Once I felt the head of his **** penetrate me I immediately tensed up. Him talking me through it just said relax, sniff, and push. So I attempted to relax and did as I was told. Once the head was in, it was slight movement until I felt relaxed. He stroked my hole with the head slowly and repeatedly till I opened up which didnt take long after hitting those poppers. After a few minutes he told me I was ready and he went all the way in. I remember squirming in pain for about 1 minute till it just stopped. Then pure pleasure.
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Less1984More1776 (@TheUSneedsus) reported@MilderAnn @MrAndyNgo It won't. But they've been trying for years. PETA and Craigslist are funding the petitioner. What i think will happen, it will get people talking. And in the next few years it will be dumbed down to something like only 1k hunting/fishing licenses. And you must jump through hoops.
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FkCoolers (@FkCoolers) reported@wwornwwell Totally agree, even if much younger me may have spent my afternoons blowing off work to argue on the Craigslist forums about whether Spoon or Broken Social Scene was better haha
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Varrógép (@varrogep) reported@JSchwarz9 What do you mean "not working". It's an app with a dumb name that's a craigslist for aparments, and they're valued at $80bn.
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KDB 👁️ controversial woman appreciator (@httpswebpage) reportedlease isn't up for six months but I'm still scrolling craigslist ads to get my heart broken
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Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reportedThe Last Chord His name was Elias Kane, and the music found him at eight years old in the back seat of his mother’s rusted Civic. A crackling AM radio played an old Springsteen song, and something inside his chest cracked open like a new guitar case. From that moment, the world outside the music felt dull and out of fifteen he was busking on subway platforms after school, fingers bleeding on steel strings, collecting enough coins to buy his first real guitar—a battered Yamaha acoustic from a **** shop. He named her “Blue” and slept with her in his bed like a sibling. His mother worked double shifts at the hospital; his father had left years earlier. Elias spent every spare dollar on music: new strings, a cheap tuner, then a second-hand Fender Stratocaster that hummed like heaven when he plugged it into a twenty-dollar amp that buzzed louder than it seventeen he dropped out of high school. “I’m going pro,” he told his mother. She cried, but she still slipped him forty dollars from her tip jar every Friday. He used it the way other kids bought sneakers—on pedals, cables, microphones. He learned how to record on an old laptop held together with duct tape. His bedroom became a cave of tangled wires and empty ramen cups.When he turned twenty, he cashed out the small college fund his grandmother had left him. Twelve thousand dollars. He bought a proper interface, condenser mics, acoustic panels, and a second-hand MacBook. He spent nights teaching himself compression, EQ, reverb—anything that might make his songs sound like they belonged on real speakers. He named his bedroom studio “The Vault.”By twenty-three he had four guitars, a keyboard, a drum machine, and a growing collection of debt. He worked construction by day, hauling rebar under brutal sun, then came home bleeding and blistered to record until sunrise. Every paycheck disappeared into better equipment: a new Taylor acoustic, studio monitors that cost more than his rent, a vintage Neve preamp he found on Craigslist. He poured the last of his savings—$8,400—into a proper recording studio session in a real downtown room with a grand piano and thick glass. The engineer was kind but expensive. Elias tracked ten songs over three feverish days. When he left the studio with the masters on a USB drive, he felt like a king who had just been crowned in secret.Promotion came next. He maxed out three credit cards. Facebook ads, Instagram campaigns, TikTok boosts, playlist pitching services, custom merch he never sold. He played two hundred and seventeen shows in two years—coffee shops, dive bars, house parties, even a few opening slots for bigger acts. He slept in his van so often the passenger seat smelled like him and cheap fast food. His mother begged him to come home. He smiled on stage and told crowds, “This is everything.”At twenty-seven, Elias had nothing left but the music and the debt. His mother had passed the year before; the hospital bills had taken the last family money. He sat alone in The Vault—now a storage unit he paid for monthly—surrounded by instruments he could no longer afford to keep insured. The walls were covered in posters of sold-out arenas he would never play.On a rainy Thursday night, he uploaded his best song—“Paper Hearts”—everywhere. Spotify, Apple, Bandcamp, YouTube, TikTok. He set the price at ninety-nine cents on the platforms that allowed it. Then he waited.The first week: 312 streams. Mostly from friends and family. The second week: 87 more. The third: No playlist placements. No viral moment. No sync licensing. No mysterious benefactor. Just silence and the low hum of the city outside.On the last day of the month, desperate and hollow, Elias did something he swore he would never do. He posted on every forum, every musician group, every social account he had:“Will sell my entire catalog—every song I’ve ever written—for one dollar. One single dollar. Just so someone hears it.”He waited twenty-four hours. Zero buyers.He lowered it to free. Still nothing. That night Elias sat on the floor of the storage unit with Blue across his lap, the same guitar he’d bought at fifteen. The strings were old and dead. He didn’t even bother tuning her. He just held her and cried like the eight-year-old boy who had first heard music on a car radio. All the money, all the years, all the blood on the strings, and he couldn’t sell one song for one dollar. The music had taken everything. And still, quietly, under his breath, Elias hummed the chorus of “Paper Hearts” into the dark—because even now, broke and broken, he couldn’t stop. The song refused to leave him, even if the world refused to hear it.