In certain cities in the U.K., there’s been a fourfold increase in the number of syphilis cases. And these cities have one thing in common — they are where Facebook is most popular. Public health officials think that social networking sites are making it much easier for syphilis-ridden horndogs to find casual sex partners, and so Facebook is urging users to “take precautions” and be careful about getting busy with people they’ve met online. But here’s the thing: Are people really meeting sex partners through Facebook? And giving them syphilis? I have promiscuous friends, and none of us has ever gotten the syph, but then again, I don’t think we’ve ever used Facebook to solicit sex either. Whatever happened to those PSAs warning kids not to meet people they meet online? Just because chat rooms are old news doesn’t mean the internet love shack is closed for business and innocent kids aren’t at risk. I think the proper method of anti-Facyphilis marketing is to make posters that say: “Hitler had syphilis. Don’t be a Nazi. Wear a frickin’ condom!” [Newser] Keep reading »
Teen brothers can be awful. Trust me, I had one. But even in his infinite jerkitude, my brother never did anything as slut-shaming or awful as the alleged doings of a little Facebook hoodlum named Chris. According to Nerve.com, teenager Chris got ratted out by his sister, Katie, for a 12-pack of beer he had stashed in his bedroom. To retaliate, he allegedly rooted through her bedroom until he found her “hookup list,” which he posted on Facebook. Chris appears to have posted a looseleaf list of Katie’s conquests — “Adrian finger me,” “Brian only kiss” — and underneath he wrote a nasty little paragraph about it:
Since all I can do and all I’ll ever [do] for the next 2 and a half months involve [sic] sitting on the computer all day, I thought I’d get a little revenge today. Everyone out there might think my sister is such a sweet and innocent girl, but a few days ago I decided to go treasure hunting in her room and found a little something special in her closet. this will make the next 2.5 months bearable.
Ladies and gentlemen…..my sister is a whore.
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We were laying side by side, both face deep in our iPhones—checking our email one last time before going to sleep, setting our alarm clocks for the next morning, basically saying goodbye to the day. I turned to him, his face lit by the tiny screen, and watched him scroll through his Facebook newsfeed.
“Anything exciting?” I asked.
“My cousin really loves Drew Barrymore. Check out the exclamation marks.”
“Should we change our relationship status?” I asked, as if that were the natural follow-up. Keep reading »
We know what you’re thinking. Farmville is the worst. And “watermelon mastery”? Are you kidding me with this?
You can keep Farmville from showing up in your Facebook feed, but that hasn’t stopped people from carping about it. (In fact, there was an entire “Dr. Phil” episode dedicated to Farmville addiction.) So we thought we’d ask Marika, a real-life Farmville addict, what all the fuss was about — and whether or not she felt bad about glutting our feeds with her lost ocelots. Answer? Not at all. Instead, here’s her emphatic defense of Farmville:
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Jessica Zamora-Anderson and Paul Franco of Queens, New York, hardly had the ideal relationship. They met on Facebook in 2008 and were reasonably happy, until a year later when a screaming match ended with Paul chucking a cell phone at his girlfriend’s head. Soon after, Paul let Jessica know that he’d taken video footage of them doing the deed and he wasn’t afraid to make it public—so when he demanded $185 to get his towed car released from an impound lot, she paid up. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when Jessica tried to log into her Facebook page and her password was denied. She quickly realized that Paul had hijacked her account, changed her sexual preference to “gay,” and was writing her friends and family members and doing updates, posing as her. She contacted him, and he said he’d give her the account back—if she paid him $390. Which seems like a pretty arbitrary number? We’re pretty amused that instead of paying up, Jessica went to the police. Paul is now facing charges of coercion and harassment. Just another reminder to NEVER share your password with anyone. Oh, and to not date psycho douchebags. [NY Post] Keep reading »
If there were ever a reason to become a fan of a brand on Facebook, it’s this. Nine West has decided to give its social media supporters a bit of an incentive to shop (we are in a recession, after all) and has created specific shoe styles available for the brand’s loyal Facebook fans first. Nine West creative director Fred Allard has designed six styles for sale exclusively on Facebook, along with the handbags and sunnies featured in their spring lookbook. And if owning the newest looks before everyone else isn’t enough, they’re offering 15 percent off and free shipping for the remainder of February. We’ll fan any brand on Facebook with an offer like this. [Lucky] Keep reading »
For some women, first date preparation is a leg wax, a blowout, and brand-new, five-inch pumps. For others, it’s a swipe of lip gloss.
But for me, it’s always at least a solid hour of internet research. To me, pre-date Googling is less a verb than an Olympic-style event of decathlon proportions. There’s the phone number check, there’s the email address cross-search, there’s the quick dip into the search box of his alma mater, then there’s also a quick perusal of his Facebook page, and, occasionally, his friends’ Facebook pages. Keep reading »
I don’t know much about men or dating, but I do have one thing down: staying broken up. I was recently asked by a friend, “How do you do it? How do you not call, text, or email him? Do you just not get the urge anymore, the minute things are over?” Oh, I get the urge. I just don’t give in to it. And I’m better off as a result — here are six ways I resist the desire to call, text, or email an ex.
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