The Dea(r)th of Privacy This was posted on someone's Facebook page, right out there for public consumption: "Whoever recommended against me for a job i am pursuing: shame on you. i am perfect for it. shame on you." For whose benefit was that posted? Was it someone she was friends with that slagged her and kept her from getting the gig? No. She was just pouting publicly. Why do people get off on that? And there are responses to it! About how people are just jealous or threatened. Last night, another of my "friends" posted that she was going to "going upstairs to cuddle with her handsome hubby." When did nothing become private? And if you're going to announce to the world that you're going to have sex, don't be coy about it. Post positions, accessories, duration, method of birth control. Enquiring minds want to know! I can’t really fathom the pathology of passing on the minutiae of one’s day, the minuscule crumbs of accomplishment
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