The Etiquette Of De-Friending

Once upon a time when I was a Facebook member I was de-friended.  I may have been de-friended more than once, however, this one specific incident is the only one I was aware of.  Is it really necessary to de-friend people? In truth, sometimes it is.  Yet, other times, it's just completely ridiculous and honestly just flat out babyish. That's right I said babyish.

So, let me get to this de-friending incident.  It was one of my best friend's ex-boyfriend.  I can't tell you why I noticed or why I was even looking for him (hence one of the reasons I quit, I never knew what the hell I was doing on there), but he was gone from the search bar when I typed in his name.  I wondered how this could be possible.  Did he quit Facebook?  It didn't seem that that would be the answer.  I'm someone who needs answers, and this little predicament needed an answer, pronto.

In order to get the info I needed I clicked on another friends page and checked out her friends.  When scrolling through her list of friends I spotted him.  There he was, still her friend, but not mine.  I couldn't help but ask myself why. I had been Facebook dumped by the ex-boyfriend of my best friend.  Should I have cared? Probably not.  I probably was never going to speak to this kid again, but it just bothered me.  Who de-friends someone???

I get it, if you break up with a long-term boyfriend or girlfriend they don't exist in your universe anymore and that certainly includes Facebook.  But, what about those who de-friend because you didn't invite them to your birthday party or you put them on some sort of privacy list?  Hate to break it to ya, but if you weren't invited or if you were privated, you weren't friends anyway!  Is this your way of proving your point? I'll show you, I'm going to de-friend you on Facebook! Ha, it's all a joke isn't it?

The boy who de-friended me ended up doing a "friend purge" and deleting 150 of his "friends."  But, that didn't make me feel any better.  The damage was done, and in the long run, did it really make a difference? We're still not friends, we probably never will be, and the truth is we really never were.  Good riddance de-friender, and toodaloo Facebook.

Another Day, Another South Park Clip

Ok- I loved this entire episode of South Park and I just needed to post one more clip! This one really completely  sums up my feelings about Facebook! Enjoy!

Because South Park Is Funnier Than I Am

Pardon my absence the past few days.  This wisdom tooth situation really knocked me on my ass.  Not going to lie, way worst than I had anticipated.  If you have to do it, just be prepared for the most miserable -3-4 days of your life.

Ok, on to the next.  This past week a few friends had been telling me that I had to watch this week's episode of South Park.  Really? I'm a Family Guy type of gal, South Park isn't really my thing.  However, the episode happened to be all about Facebook, and we all know how much I love that topic.  Below is a clip from the hilarious episode of South Park.  Enjoy!

Words Of Wisdom

Three words: Get them out.  I'm talking about your teeth! Two years ago when the oral surgeon told me it was time for them to come out I heard him but I did not listen.  I didn't buy into the whole wisdom tooth business.  The surgeon took one peek in my mouth and said, "Yeah, these have to come out."  I just find it so hard to believe that so many people actually need them out. At $600/tooth seems like a nice little racket for these dentists. Do we really need them out or is it a scam?

Well, I answered my own question this week.  It's no scam and I'm an idiot. I woke up Monday morning with excruciating pain in the back of mouth and knew something wasn't right.  I was reluctant to go to the dentist and was hoping that the pain would dissipate on its own.  Mistake number two (not getting them out when told was clearly mistake number one), when in pain, deal with it, it will only get worst.

After two days of self-medicating (don't worry it was only Advil), I decided to suck it up and get my butt over to the dentist.  With one glance and some tapping on my teeth with a little pointy tool he sent me right over to the oral surgeon.  Once again the oral surgeon told me, "They MUST come out."

So, yesterday was the day.  After a 12 hour fast, I sat in the surgeon's chair and let the cocktail of laughing gas, novocain and anesthesia take over! I'll admit, that part was kind of fun.  What followed was not.  I do not remember waking up, nor do I remember being shown all 4 wisdoms that the surgeon had pulled.  I do however remember being surrounded by noodles in my bed two hours later feeling the pain once again.  Word to the wise, when given Vicodin for the pain, take it!

If I haven't made myself clear, let me reiterate the importance of listening to your dentist. When he or she tells you to take em out, don't be a stubborn moron like me and "refuse to buy into the whole wisdom tooth nonsense." Yes, those were my original words on the matter. Just get them out.

There is a bright side.  Prior to the pulling, all my girlfriends agreed on one important point: You can't eat so you lose a few pounds! Sounds good to me.  Except, for some reason I don't think that's going to happen.  I'm only a day in and I've been taking down peanut butter and banana smoothies and egg noodles soaked in butter.  Can it be that I will be the only person in America who gains weight when they have their wisdom teeth taken out? It looks like it.

It's A Bird, It's A Plane, It's Facebook!

Is it just me or is Facebook everywhere you look? In a 24 hour period I would guess that the word "Facebook" is used in the vocabulary of the masses at least twice daily.  How often do  you hear people say, "Oh yeah I saw that on Facebook." Or, "Ugh, you better not post that picture on Facebook."  You know what though, it's not just the general public that is making Facebook all the more prevalent in our lives, it's the media.

Nowadays, every commercial you see ends with the line, "and you can add us on Facebook."  Hey Tide Detergent, tell me why I want to be your friend on Facebook? Yes, you are very useful at getting out marinara sauce stains on my white t-shirts, but that doesn't mean I want to be your friend.  Oreo Cakesters, I do love you, but I do not care if I can dunk you in milk or if I can not.  I'll eat you whatever way I please. No need for me to "be a part of the debate on Facebook." Not interested, thanks.

I get it, Facebook sells.  But is it really necessary for every single business or corporation to make a Facebook Fan Page? I love Bloomingdales, but I'm pretty sure going to their website is enough to get me shopping.  What happened to just going to the actually website of the product you're interested in? Is that old school or am I just out of the loop?

When will the Facebook craze end? I guess no time soon.  Everyone and their mothers (literally) are jumping on the bandwagon.  Looks like there is no stopping this beast.

Socialize This

Bare with me on this one. I'm posting from my Blackberry and I think we all know how that goes. Pardon any typos or blatant errors. Now let's get on with it.

There was an article in the NY Times this weekend all about the word socialize. I had no idea the impact this word had on society. I feel pretty stupid even saying that, being that I am the girl who talks about her resistance to a social networking site on a daily basis.

Getting to the point, I learned that the term "socialize the idea" is a new (or maybe not so new) catchphrase used by business men and housewives alike. Creating a new product and wondering if the mass public will take a liking to it? Why don't you "socialize the idea" with some colleagues? Can't figure out to make for dinner for your vegetarian daughter and your meat and potatoes man? Call up a few girl friends and "socialize" your dinner menu. To me, life is socialization for the most part really. Who in the hell decided to rework the definition of "life" into "socialize"?

Am I making sense here or am I rambling? I'm confused. And another thing, how can there be a term relating to socializing that I didn't even know about? I feel like when it comes to technology and the digerati (a term used for digitally inclined people) I just can't keep up. I guess it's one of those things that makes me say, what will they think of next?

Yo, You Look Like A Carrot That I Don't Want To Eat

As per usual on Friday I have something a little different and completely unrelated to Facebook.  A friend of mine writes a blog about his thoughts and he has written a blog today for The Girl Who Quit.  Please enjoy the random Friday Post!


Listen ladies. I know that tanning is the look these days. You look healthier and sexier. I get that. But let me just fill you in on a little tidbit. If you are going to go tanning, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT EVER go with that fake spray tan stuff, unless you want to be nicknamed "Pumpkin" for the rest of your life. And trust me I know from experience, that nickname sticks like super glue.

If you are going to get tan, go to Acapulco, Cabo, Florida. Put some sun screen on and have a group sun-tan lotion rub down. If you want, make a video of it and send it to me. I can guarantee you that the only thing a fake tan will get you is a 225 pound roided out monster.

Do you really think you look good with your face having an orange tint to it? Did you think that all the guys you are trying to attract would like you more because your face looks like a basketball? Don't get me wrong here. I love carrots and everything, in fact they are my my favorite vegetable, but the sight of an orange-tinted face is repulsing. You aren't fooling anyone. We know you stayed on Long Island during Spring Break.

And as for guys who are into the whole GTL thing with the fake tan. You will never be my friend. Not saying im cool or anything, but I don't want my entourage looking like they just went swimming in a pool of orange juice. Gross dude.