Facebook is everywhere and is borderline creepy. Its all too easy to stalk curious high school classmates, or the people I love to hate secretly. And of course, the people who after a few drinks I make fun of publicly. And only God and Mark Zuckerburg know who is looking at my page... "Look at that hippy slut" I can only imagine. Or maybe, "I wish I went to the University of Colorado too" hahaha. jk...maybe. Granted I fucking love facebook. Really though, not gonna lie; i am all about it. Infact I cant even
finish this entry with out checking it. Especially the whole tagging/sharing thing. although after a rowdy weekend some of the pics of me are far from attractive and borderline criminal. (thank god for untagging).
Now that any animal, vegetable, and mineral is allowed to have an account things have gotten weirder. The alias account used to be special and is now common place. Now pets have facebook accounts and I find this all fun and good. Especially if your pet is kick ass cool enough to deserve it (search Ewok Atuna, pictured above). Why not give an amusing possession an online persona? Of course it is merely for the owners enjoyment, I asked Ewok what he thought and he just grumbled and left the room.
BUT there is one helpless possession that does NOT NOT NOT belong on facebook, and that is your baby. Really, people. Your joyous blob of fat is cute and all, but they do not need their own account. I mean what is the future of that? When do they get to start regulating their own page? Kindergarten? When it takes a successful poop in the potty? How do you tell a kid that mommy and daddy have been pimping you out online since the day of your birth? WTF?
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