I’ve always been someone who wasn’t scared to share pics of myself online or to post a profile picture. In fact, I always enjoyed sharing pictures of myself with friends or in the Facebook pages I helped run for different groups I am involved with at my university.
That was until I received an awkward, random message on OkCupid as I was going to sleep a couple of nights ago:
“…I am messaging because I saw meme with your photo earlier tonight. … I hate to be the one to let you know that. Hopefully they get flagged and its [sic] taken down.”
At first, I wasn’t sure if I believed him. See, when you are openly fat and feminist on a dating site, it isn’t uncommon for randoms to harass you. For whatever reason I felt like he was sincere, so I messaged him back and tried to figure out what page he saw it on. I looked on anti-feminist subreddits, I checked the Facebook page he thought it was on, and I couldn’t find anything. I chalked it up to exactly what I thought it was, another OkCupid douche canoe messing with me. Keep reading »
It’s hard to deny that Facebook is one of the most addictive guilty pleasures on the Internet. As much as we hate the idiots that clutter our feeds with stupid comments, it does give us something to laugh at.
Check out these five Facebook fails that are among the stupidest in recent memory (our memory being about two days old). Read more at TruTV…
The scenario is a common one – it’s happened to me and, while writing this piece, I did an informal survey and asked a handful of women in my life if they were familiar with the phenomenon of fake-friending. All them were. And almost all of them – myself included – admitted to having been on both sides. As a person with a lot of close male friends, I’ve fake-friended multiple new girlfriends in the interest of research (Because really? Her? Is she funny or something? He told me he doesn’t even like brunettes!), and I’ve been the new girlfriend who suddenly had a suspiciously good-looking college friend of my new boyfriend Facebook messaging me that “we should get together.”
It usually goes like this: a man and a woman begin dating and eventually get to a point where they start to meet each other’s friends. If they are well-adjusted, normal adults, they will probably have friends of both genders. Maybe it’s awesome. Maybe the new girlfriend and the female friends genuinely have a lot in common — they do have similar taste in men, after all — and everyone becomes friends and the world continues to turn in perfect harmony.
But probably, because humans are just sacks of guts and hormones, at least one of those female friends will likely have or have had feelings for the newly-spoken-for. Maybe they dated or slept together once (or for a while*) and it didn’t work out. Whatever the specifics, the dynamic is the same: the female friend doesn’t necessarily want to date the guy, but she doesn’t want him dating that girl. And instead of admitting that (and thus, admitting her feelings), the platonic female friend will launch an attack of niceness. Keep reading »
A wife taking her husband’s name is pretty much the essence of traditional marriage. But an increasing number of women, especially young women, are choosing to keep their own last names when they are married, according to a study by Facebook.
The social networking site took the names of women whose relationship statuses were set as “Married” and compared these names with the names of their husbands. Overall, about a third of women are now choosing to keep their last names when they marry. Researchers found that about 38 percent of women in their 20s took their husband’s name, while 26 percent of women in their 30s did. Only 12 percent of women in their 60s kept their own name. Keep reading »
This piece originally appeared on Role/Reboot. Republished here with permission.
An email arrives from an old friend with the name of your ex-boyfriend in the subject line. In the body of the email, just this: “I’m totally shocked. When was the last time you talked to him?” You sigh, what now? Is he getting married? Having a baby? You head to Facebook, the one-stop shop for dirt on old flames. No wedding announcement, no ultrasound. Instead, there’s a video. Same crooked grin, same floppy hair, and this:
“This is a clip of me taking my first dose of Atripla, which is a combination antiretroviral drug. My name is Jake Earl, and on May 13, 2013 I was diagnosed with human immunodeficiency virus (HIV).”
There’s chaos in your brain for 30 seconds before you’re able to make some sense of what you’re seeing. Order descends and you start a convoluted march through a series of reactions: Self-preservation. Nostalgia. Anger. Fear. Curiosity. Admiration? Keep reading »