You courageously click on your crush's name and type a nerve-wracking 'Hey, how's it going?' You wait for the little check mark to appear, the one that tells you that the person that you want to acknowledge you has actually read your message. And then you wait again. You check your Facebook over and over. You sneak peeks on your phone at work. You double check to see that the little check mark has actually appeared.
Through the years, you've probably accumulated a laundry list of "friends" from different stages of your life. Some "friends" you keep around because you want to see what they're up to, others you want to keep in regular contact with and the rest you're just too lazy to "unfriend." (Why do they make that so hard to do?)
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Is this what my adult life has come to? Is Facebook really in a position to take away my car keys and TV privileges? This is like the best Firm Parenting Class for teens ever. Facebook does not get tired or annoyed and cave in, and there's no way for me to contest it. What's an anti-authority political satirist to do?