Yes, I still hate Myspace, but Facebook does something that I don't particularly enjoy: anytime you comment, it's posted for all of your friends to see. So when I write on someone's Facebook Wall: "THANKS FOR SETTING FIRE TO OUR HOUSE LAST NIGHT AND SLEEPING WITH MY RETARDED BROTHER", all of my friends see it, too--they see everything. The same goes for photos: I can leave a small note of congratulations on the photo of a newborn (IT'S A GIRL! YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT), and everyone will see it; they're even allowed to comment on my comment, like it isn't hard enough to come up with ONE clever thing to say--now I have to defend its' honor and come back for Round Two. Not my idea of a good time. Sounds more like 'work' (or what others have described to me as work).
Now I may have misled you in saying I don't particularly enjoy this Facebook feature, because that's not entirely true: I enjoy it immensely, when it's other people being monitored. I found a favorite tonight, a comment that popped up on my screen--it was made by an old high school acquaintance on the wedding photo of another high school peep. There were a bunch of people from high school in the actual wedding, and apparently the person commenting wasn't invited. I changed their names, but not because they were innocent; just so I can have a little leverage, should anyone angry come a-callin'. The comment went like this, with nary a linking verb to be found:
Bob and Betty Boop! Congratulateions! I wish i woiuld have been invited! You had the RADDEST Wedding Party Ever! May we can do part two in Frebruary I would love to kick old style with all the fellows! We did have fun adn i was one of the guys. :) Where are you registered? I want to sentd you something. And Grover is still HOT, Brendan looks a little grizzley but hot grrrr. Hoorig. Looking good RED! I am so happy for you...seriouser where aer you registered? Pleasel I love buying weddinhg gifts. I am so happy for you that you have you swan,,, you will be together for every. And Bob is superstar who allowed m to hang out while chaptan churcn would practive in Hoover's basement. I have a pic.
The author appears to have been rendered completely useless by some kind of stroke, which impaired either her typing or spelling skills, possibly both. I also thought she might have unwieldy hooks instead of hands, which would have explained the typos--but I checked her profile, and she has photographic evidence of possessing human hands. This is someone who used to be on the school newspaper.
I know it's a little rude to call out someone so specifically, but this shit was tres gauche, mes petite filles; it had a big scoop of Pathetic with a dollop of Desperate on top. I'm also curious to know what language it's in--Arabic, maybe? Esperanto?--but I'll leave that to the linguistic experts.
I personally hope that the Esq and I will be together for every, because he's a superstar who allowd m to hang otu whewyg nvf387% capn crunch /jkfw78349523-ji opgnmksv&%$jhg!wg8 derka. Gah, I'm being a dick, but I *do* wonder: why is this a necessary feature on Facebook?