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Don’t Judge a (Face)book by its Cover
It seems to be trendy to express contempt for Facebook. “I would never waste my time with that,” or “why would I care that someone is buying a sandwich?” are a few common retorts I heard recently. It fascinates me that socially liberal people who gladly accept anyone based on their race, gender or age quickly dismiss others based on their technology.
When I tell them I love Facebook, I am immediately downgraded in their opinion as someone whose mental age hovers around puberty. Continue… »
By Paula ChapmanCrackBerry
Do you use Twitter?
I have tweet texts pinging my BlackBerry all day long.
One day, I turned Twitter updates off on my phone, just to take a break. I found myself periodically checking to see if my phone was working because it was so quiet. Some people like to have a television on in the background of their daily lives. Me, I prefer the running commentary of my micro-blogging friends.
By Sheila McCormick WhitescarverDoggy Does Facebook
I’m not sure if my family’s Facebook habit is getting out of hand or if our doggy love has gone over the deep end. But Kashi, our oh-so-adorable white fluff ball of a dog, has more friends on Facebook than I do. He hit the 200 mark weeks ago. I don’t even look at the count anymore—why make myself feel like a reject? I’ve been on Facebook way longer than he has. His profile picture is awfully darn cute. He is irresistible while I, apparently, can be easily resisted.
Not only that, but his friends actually pay attention to what he’s doing and comment on it. I’ll post something I think is pretty interesting or important or worth a chuckle and I get zip comments. Kashi posts something pithy like “Wish I had a chewy treat right now” and ten friends pipe in with what they’ d like to give him.
Don’t even get me started on how many girlfriends he has. “Wanna play with me this weekend?” his bud Indigo asks. And some cute little mutt who goes by the name Poppy Fluff Flower pretended they were married for awhile to keep other bitches away. Kashi’s pleading dark eyes shine a light into the vulnerability behind his machismo.
By Marianne LonsdaleA Mother Who Never Has Time to Write Creates Time to Procrastinate
It’s time to write.
