Hey guys! Guess what? I finally signed up for that super hot social media site that everyone is talking about! You know, the really popular one with all the pictures and feeds where you can connect with other people and update your things and stuff?
What’s that one called again?
Oh, yeah. FACEBOOK.
Okay, I realize I am late to the party on this one. Like, embarrassingly late. So late that the police have totally crashed the party and now everyone’s trickling out and heading downtown to some warehouse to listen to electronic music and do whip-its.
I mean, even my father joined Facebook three years ago. That’s right, my dad was on Facebook before my blog was. Pathetic, I know.
You see, I’ve always been a Twitter girl. I was on Twitter before I even started the blog.
But Facebook? I just didn’t think I had the time to handle two social media accounts, and I was fairly certain I’d screw shit up and mix up my blog account with my personal account and then a) I’d get fired from my conservative job, b) my exes would call and ask if that one guy I blogged about was them, and c) my 70-year-old aunt would have a heart attack reading a gratuitously graphic comment I’d made about dicks.
Yeah, my aunt’s on Facebook, too.
But everyone told me I had to be there and that I was really missing out on an opportunity and yakity yak, don’t talk back. And because at some point I always give into peer pressure, I finally set up the page.
And you know what?
It’s the goddamned Sahara desert, motherfuckers! Nobody likes me! Why aren’t all my fake Twitter friends flocking over there to like me? Assholes.
And so it’s come to this. Here I sit, writing this post, begging you to hop over on Facebook and give me a like. Oh, come on. You know you’re already logged in.
And what do you get in return, you ask? Well, rather than dwell on what you’ll get, I like to focus on the negative and tell you what you won’t get. We all know your Facebook “friends” post the most annoying shit that make you secretly wish they’d been a passenger on that Malaysia Airlines flight.
So, if you grant me the privilege of your like, I do solemnly swear not to commit these six cardinal sins that irritate the fuck out of everyone:
1. I shall not post photos of children or babies
Isn’t this just the worst thing ever? I’m at a point in my life when most of my friends have squeezed out a couple already, and this means every other post in my news feed is a squishy pink (or sometimes yellow or brown) blob of flesh participating in some mundane activity, or sometimes just sitting on its ass looking wondrously at a spoon.
Listen, peeps, I know your child is the cleverest, cutest, most fascinating person in the world to you, as it should be. But here’s a truth bomb: your kid is not the slightest bit interesting to anyone other than yourself, and most certainly not to the point at which we need to know every time it craps a different color.
Other parents will like and comment and tolerate this nonsense simply because they do the exact same shit and they want you to return the favor.
But for us singletons? You are just making us hate your kid, and it’s not the kid’s fault. Please, for the love of God, just stop with the spawn photos and post a pic of your butt or something, if for no other reason than to assure us that you’re still the fun-loving, independent-thinking friend we used to know.
2. I shall not post pictures of my pet
Okay, this one will be a tad more difficult for me because whereas I have not as of yet borne a child, I am the legal guardian of a 10-month-old kitten who is the most adorable thing in the world!
And let us just put out there what everyone already knows: kittens and puppies are one thousand times cuter than human babies. All that wispy fine fuzzy fur? And OMG those tiny paws? That is one big fat pile of D’AWWWWW!
However, I do respect and understand that — much like children and your own dreams — this falls under the category of Not Interesting To Anyone But Yourself.
And as such, I shall refrain from posting cat photos and videos.
Unless, of course, he does something so unbelievably astounding it will make me Internet rich. Then fuck you all.
3. I shall not post a selfie whenever the wind blows
We all have this friend. She posts more selfies than she eats calories in a day, and either way, it’s too damn many. I mean really, girl, there’s no need. I totally remember what you look like from two hours ago.
I understand we all have a narcissistic side and there is always that one time your hair actually does what it’s supposed to and a) you have to capture this moment in history otherwise no one will believe you, and b) like a total solar eclipse it will be another year and a half before it occurs again. You post a selfie every year and a half, we’ll let it slide.
There’s no magic number that shan’t be exceeded when it comes to digital self-portraits, but as a general rule: less is more. And if you’re posting them daily (or even weekly), it is clear you are shamelessly seeking social validation and need constant reminders about how hot you are. Come on, people, show some dignity. You should be ashamed of your selfie.
4. I shall not post political rantings…
…and then ask anyone who disagrees with me to please just unfriend me. Why do folks with a keyboard and a limited audience inexplicably turn into a horde of little muckraking Bill O’Reillys? It’s usually that quiet guy in finance who can’t make eye contact with you in the elevator but has no problem skewering your ass online with a thousand-word diatribe if you oppose his stance on gerrymandering.
Do not get sucked into this virtual shit-slinging showdown because it inevitably will turn into a “who’s got the bigger dick” contest and you will be stuck in a never-ending feud with someone you really didn’t give a crap about in the first place.
5. I shall not post trite inspirational quotes
The first time I read one of these on Facebook I thought, oh, isn’t this lovely? Yes, yes, the healthiest response to life IS joy – thank you, thank you, Deepak Chopra!
But somewhere around the 127th time I saw that cursive font superimposed against a raindrop-on-fir-leaf backdrop, I began to develop an immunity to them. Before long they became as hackneyed as the baby pics and the selfies. And by the way, did you ever notice it is always the same people posting these? I am acquainted with a couple people who bombard my news feed daily with this twaddle, and I happen to know firsthand that their lives are fucked.
I mean, listen, Stuart Smalley. If these little maxims help erase the memory of your alcoholic father taking a piss on home plate at your little league game, then good for you. But you aren’t fooling anyone with your fake enlightenment crap, so please just post it on the ceiling above your bed rather than on my wall.
6. I shall not post the results of every BuzzFeed quiz I take
I’m not going to lie, BuzzFeed quizzes are fun. We all need to be more self-aware, and how else would I know that I am an “extremely” awkward Mulan (or Breakfast Club, or pizza) who would be best off pursuing a career as an astronaut and should actually be living in Portland with a hamster?
But here’s the thing. We all know you’ve posted your results only after you’ve taken the damn quiz 13 times in order to get the outcome you wanted. I mean, obviously everyone wants to be Beyoncé.
I took the “Which Seinfeld Character Are You?” quiz, and do you know who I got the first time? Newman. Newman! THIS NEWMAN.
The second time I took it I got Uncle Leo. Whatever.
Anyway, the jig is up, guys. So just save yourself the trouble of announcing to the world that Jennifer Lawrence should play you in the movie version of your life. Because we know you got Kristen Stewart the first time.
So now that you have my word I will not be an insufferable asshole on Facebook, couldja give me a like? Because it’s not like we’re dating or anything.
What do you find to be the most annoying posts on Facebook? Are you guilty of any of these? Fess up.
Categories: In My Most Excellent Opinion, Totally Random
Absolutely loved this!! Especially the first one.
But you missed one, the people who can’t spell and don’t know the difference between your and you’re and there, they’re and their 🙂
Ah, yes, the word crimes! Go back to grammar school, kids.
Guilty as charged….! Lolling so hard right now!
Pictures of the offspring are the worst. First, every baby looks exactly the same. Then when half of your friends’ kids turn hideously ugly at twelve or thirteen… what the hell do you say to that?
I’ll be back, you’re hilarious!
Thank you! They DO all look the same, don’t they? Especially the infants. Every time I get sent a newborn photo I’m like, okay, this could’ve easily been interchanged with the last 10 newborn photos I’ve seen.
Love it. That first pic was a laugh-out-louder.
Oh I know! Isn’t it brilliant? I think that’s that weird thing from Goonies?
You’ve identified all the reasons I do not visit Facebook, and a few more. I actaully only set up a FB account when my daughter, then about 12 years old, wanted to set one up for herself. I made her friend me, to create the possibility that I might look in once in a while to see what she was up to. I did do that, about twice, and if was falsely reassuring. Smart child that she is, Facebook was a diversion for her secret life on Tumblr. Well, she’s 18 now, and I still have no idea what she does on Tumblr, but in the eyes of the law, she’s an adult and I’m no longer prosecutable for any crimes she might commit.
Yup, the kidz theze dayz are shunning the Facebook for exactly that reason: their parents are there. And that shit just ain’t cool no matter how you slice it. Hello Snapchat!
My wife is the Facebook user in our house but I’ll always be a loyal blog fan, Girlie.
Thanks, Hook. You da best.
I had the exact same Facebook experience. Except I never go on to get annoyed by people. Mostly because I worry an ex will start stalking me.
I always wonder who’s stalking me. Sometimes I wish there were something that could tell me but then that would mean the end of MY stalking days. Isn’t that what Facebook is for?
HAHAHA! This just made my day and I am not ashamed to admit that I do almost all of the stuff you posted about except for the selfie bit (that’s always been awkward for me – plus I end up looking like a freak) and baby photos since I don’t have any yet.
And BuzzFeed has a poop quiz? How did I miss that??? That is SO cool!!
Yup, there’s a quiz for everything. EVERYTHING. They just came out with a “How Metal is Your Period” quiz. It’s gross, but so completely relatable for anyone with a uterus.
Haha! You will do all those things one day. And we will be here ready to judge. I confess when I first had my daughter I posted pics and updates of her constantly. When I realized how annoying it could be I made a public apology via a status update… “I’ve become one of those annoying parents that constantly brag about their kid. Forgive me guys” I am not ashamed!!!….anymore.
Ya know, everyone’s just gotta do what they wanna do and fuck anyone (including me) who doesn’t like it. If we don’t like it, we can just unfollow. I really do exercise great restraint in not posting kitten photos every week though.
Oh oh. I’ve pretty much done all of those… Which leads me to the fact that if I give you a like, you won’t do it back! Haha but seriously, I hope you enjoy FB. The annoying posts and comments can be quite discouraging, but at times it can bring you some kind of joy! Let us know how your FB experience goes, ok?
Joy? Addiction, for sure. But joy? I dunno about that my man…
I feel like if you added “Clever observations my family/coworkers/significant other didn’t fully appreciate” you’ll have defined all there really is to post on social media. I make an effort to save all my cat pictures for Instagram. I don’t like the results of most of my BuzzFeed quizzes, so I keep those to myself.
Possibly 75% of my Instagram posts are embarrassingly of my cat. Every now and then I’ll sneak one into FB. I don’t like the results of my quizzes either. What do you mean my soul mate is Ryan Gosling? I’m not even a little bit attracted to Ryan Gosling. Blerg.
Preach sista! It can never be said enough. The only acceptable kid pics are the “why my baby is crying” ones where they show their out of control over indulged brats writhing on the kitchen floor because they can’t wear the dish towel as a cape. Great post…oh and I liked you on FB. Follower #62 here, nice to meet you.
Oh I love those crying kid posts! My friend posted one of her kid screaming bloody fucking murder on Santa’s lap, with Santa looking horrified, and it was 100% my favorite holiday photo. Thanks so much for the like!
It would be terrible if everyone tried to be cool on Facebook. Give me you at your most mundane, cat-obsessed, offspring bragging, and expensive island hopping. Honestly, isn’t it sort of hilarious to gawk at the politically one-sided or moved-by-cursive-quotes or pathetically grammar-unaware? I love the entire, embarrassing mess of it all. A good friend posted ONE picture of her sunning-in-the-window cats and I get to make fun of her FOR THE REST OF TIME.
And there can’t be too many pictures of babies, grumpy girl. There just can’t. The Malaysian flight barb made me wonder why I’m reading you, and then I re-read your Douchebag posts and remembered that your writing is fierce and hilarious. Fierce. Hilarious! You don’t need Facebook… unless you want us to aww and coo over your kitty. Because we’ll totally do that.
ARRRRGH the babies! Nooooo! Hey, I get that everyone has the right to post whaterr the hell they want, and I have the right to block that shit. (If I had kids I’m sure I’d post the shit out of them too. Well maybe just a little.)
Malay flight = too soon? Has Kimmel cracked about it yet? Ah, humor is a bitch. I get that not everyone is going to appreciate my brand of it, and that’s okay. They can block my shit too.
So that kinda seemed like a backhanded compliment and I’m not quite sure how to take it, so, um, thanks and bite me? Humor.
Thanks and bite me were exactly what I was going for. Still reading you, funny girl. Now go check the likes on your Facebook page.
Re #5: I used to hate those, but over time, I realized they served a purpose: To be used as fuel for something extremely horrible.
Because honestly, nobody needs to fucking know what Deepak Chopra (Who I think is an idiot) says, or that we need to think less negative (I ESPECIALLY love seeing “Be more positive” images from people I know are negative) or anything else that makes you look like a high and mighty putz.
Anyway, that’s my two cents.
OMG what a great FB page you have there! Hilarious stuff.
I am guilty of most of these, but I offer the opportunity for others to mock and make fun of my quiz addiction.
I just liked your page…as my page 😉
I have wasted far too many hours taking BuzzFeed quizzes. They’re like heroin. You know nothing good is going to come of them but they suck you right in. Thanks for liking! Liked back 🙂
I LOVE THIS. I totally agree – no babies, excessive selfies/pet pics and oh for the love of shoes, please no political rantings! http://www.stilettosandstatutes.com
Oh for the love of shoes indeed! Excessive is a good word here. The political stuff kinda gives me hives.
Shit. I’m guilty of all these! But on my personal profile page, not my page-page. 🙂
Girl, I’m guilty of them all, too (except #1, coz I don’t have any). But to a LIMITED extent only. I know, it takes restraint.