tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post6248208005175510778..comments2023-10-05T12:07:47.544-04:00Comments on A blog by a politically left leaning mom of 2 boys: The Thing About FacebookIlinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12517198461895887916noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-48968577269001399212009-01-14T19:47:00.000-05:002009-01-14T19:47:00.000-05:00Oh, I'm TOTALLY with you. Facebook has completely ...Oh, I'm TOTALLY with you. Facebook has completely rocked my world this past month -- like in a Potentially Life Changing kind of way. <BR/><BR/>This was a beautiful post, btw -- dang, you're such a good writer. FB should hire you just for the testimonials!<BR/><BR/>And how weird that my word verification is "crowfu" after my Eating Crow post today ...<BR/><BR/>Spoooooooky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-16465290209479628912009-01-11T21:20:00.000-05:002009-01-11T21:20:00.000-05:00I turned my wife on to Facebook a few months ago a...I turned my wife on to Facebook a few months ago and she is out of control. She will join you at weekly meetings. I will have to search you out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-45646915056697156092009-01-09T19:34:00.000-05:002009-01-09T19:34:00.000-05:00I should also mention that the post I wrote was be...I should also mention that the post I wrote was because of my reconnection with high school friends on Facebook, but I didn't mention that in the post:)<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I really loved this post of yours. I love how you write.Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06410488991709695078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-42355740553369392222009-01-09T19:27:00.000-05:002009-01-09T19:27:00.000-05:00At first, I was speechless. Speechless for a few r...At first, I was speechless. Speechless for a few reasons. One, you said the exact same things about an exact recent Facebook trip down memory lane that I experienced only you said them so much better, as always. Two, it is like we lived similar lives, moving, feeling awkward and gawky and nonathletic and more and then finding old pals from that stage in our lives and not being exactly sure what to do with it. And three, that you are now addicted to F/B, like me. I am on it constantly. <BR/><BR/>Great post... and in perfect time... I just wrote a post last week about this subject:)Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06410488991709695078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-23909118593841504782009-01-09T15:57:00.000-05:002009-01-09T15:57:00.000-05:00I was really excited last night, because Facebook ...I was really excited last night, because Facebook sent me an email saying they'd finally set up a network for my place of employment. It's geeky, I know.landismomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328094347362872558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-1160295844075142842009-01-09T10:17:00.000-05:002009-01-09T10:17:00.000-05:00Oh dadshouse, boob size doesn't matter. Not like i...Oh dadshouse, boob size doesn't matter. Not like it's evident when you meet someone anyway. Most guys don't even know what all those numbers and letters mean. Somehow I have a hunch that you do. ha haAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-15619596386126958162009-01-08T21:56:00.000-05:002009-01-08T21:56:00.000-05:00Wait, are you showing your boobs on facebook? They...Wait, are you showing your boobs on facebook? They kind of don't allow that... at least not breast feeding ones.<BR/><BR/>I love how you just toss out boob size (is that a term?) so easily!<BR/><BR/>Facebook is an interesting place. I'm told I'm much more handsome in person than in my avatar. Most women want me to lose the red hat. hahahahahahaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-18752998892660441412009-01-08T21:10:00.000-05:002009-01-08T21:10:00.000-05:00I find it interesting what kind of impressions I m...I find it interesting what kind of impressions I made on people in private and high school, as well as, college. The other day a dude I went to high school with said we didn't hang out much because I was too cool and preppie...what? Why was my first instinct to be offended? I never viewed myself as cool and I tried my best not to be preppie or snobby... since everyone in my immediate family had and still has snob blood running through their veins. The definition of cool is different to everyone.. duh.. but I thought very little of myself in high school and was confused to why the 'cool' girls were so mean to me. And after trying ignore and dodging the friend suggestions of the 2 chicks who made it their mission in hs to make my life a living hell... I've realized... now at 35 years of age... those girls were so deeply jealous of me that they brutally ruined my high school years. So sorry, I was pretty, smart, athletic, nice, and had a fun rebellious streak. I'm not bitter anymore... just wish sometimes that I could have tapped into my inner bitch back in high school. I still can't find it! But I am soooo enjoying the comments from 10+ dudes on Facebook that post.."Wow, Gretchen, you look just as hot as you did back in school." Ha-Ha and LOL! (I knew she was in there somewhere.)Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05624811021993059322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-20349115136354242292009-01-08T19:39:00.000-05:002009-01-08T19:39:00.000-05:00Crouton Boy, I think we blossomed late. Those kids...Crouton Boy, I think we blossomed late. Those kids who had their shit together are weathered and leathered now. Fist bump, my friend. <BR/><BR/>PS<BR/>You cannot defriend me. I know too much.Ilinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12517198461895887916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-20188018138459260582009-01-08T15:41:00.000-05:002009-01-08T15:41:00.000-05:00That's it...I'm de-friending you. I can't be conn...That's it...I'm de-friending you. I can't be connected to someone who was that big of a loser growing up.<BR/><BR/>(note I said "connected to," as I can't defriend myself)CroutonBoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11425635248738687625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-58790835526313773512009-01-08T14:09:00.000-05:002009-01-08T14:09:00.000-05:00So glad to know I am not alone on this Facebook th...So glad to know I am not alone on this Facebook thing! I was hesitant to hit publish on this post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-64005654552159695062009-01-08T11:34:00.000-05:002009-01-08T11:34:00.000-05:00The mean girls thing is what gets me. I moved away...The mean girls thing is what gets me. I moved away from my home town for one year and went from being a geek to being REALLY popular and experienced both sides of the mean girl coin and then the 'year of popularity' rival friends me on FB and the MG in college (the school on had 300 people but she managed to sleep with most of them, not based on attraction but on someone else mentioning they thought the person was hot - we tested this hypothesis) friends me and it is just so weird. (nice run on sentence)...<BR/>so weird. <BR/>And then there is the question: Should I friend the boy whose heart I broke in high school? It's been 20 years, maybe he's over it by now. <BR/>And then there is the woman I thought was my friend who won't friend me (crushing).<BR/>Oh , the drama, time for some tension tamer tea...oh wait, it's only FB... phew.Arwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08291473729882762391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-54799233372808939382009-01-08T09:49:00.000-05:002009-01-08T09:49:00.000-05:00Your are not a wannabe writer. They way you craft ...Your are not a wannabe writer. They way you craft your words makes you a better writer than some of the more published and accomplished writers out there.<BR/><BR/>Also, I'm with you on the facebook. it's even better when people find you because it means that you've mde an impression in their lives.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-753636795534668202009-01-08T09:02:00.000-05:002009-01-08T09:02:00.000-05:00Did you hear about my dream? Where I had a party a...Did you hear about my dream? Where I had a party and every single one of my FB friends were there? It was the craziest reunion and seemed so real at the time. I totally understand the strange experience of catching up with ppl you knew lifetimes ago. I wonder often if FB forces friendships that should have been left behind? Or if its a good thing to re-up and reconnect? FB forces decisions to be made whether you will "friend" someone or not. Its crazy stuff.Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04684142622982092155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-65861950540214958722009-01-08T08:55:00.000-05:002009-01-08T08:55:00.000-05:00Well said. I know exactly what you mean.The intern...Well said. I know exactly what you mean.<BR/><BR/>The internet has shrunk my world, expanded my world and brought my past all smack back to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-34212776121676217542009-01-08T08:22:00.000-05:002009-01-08T08:22:00.000-05:00So curious. I haven't had that experience at all....So curious. I haven't had that experience at all. I rarely find people on Facebook that I'd been in high school with - there are a few, but not many. Most of my Facebook peeps are blog friends - all whole different, rather more current universe.Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091965591527056142.post-54769675034742182782009-01-08T08:20:00.000-05:002009-01-08T08:20:00.000-05:00We talked quite a bit about Facebook and this same...We talked quite a bit about Facebook and this same kind of weirdness while recording the Push My Follow podcast last night (not out yet, I'll tweet when it's available!) I get those same queasy feelings. I'm trying to use my grown-up brain and not my adolescent emotions, but it sometimes feels like my long buried past is rising the the surface and making me want to throw up!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com