First Facebook took over your personal life; now it’s taking over your dictionary. Well, only the New Oxford American Dictionary. Those wordy peeps have chosen the verb “unfriend”—as in, I unfriended Joey so he’d stop pestering me to play that stupid Mafia Wars game!—as their 2009 word of the year, which means it’s been added to their massive publication. “Tramp stamp” and “funemployed” are also new words Oxford included in the dictionary, but (luckily) “unfriend” is the only one we have personal experience with. After the jump, The Frisky’s tales from the trenches of “unfriending!” [Oxford University Press Blog]

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For years, I wanted to be friends with “Friends.” But the TV show was canceled in 2004, as the 30-something cast slid more toward the “something” end of the spectrum. NBC seemed to think audiences weren’t interested in watching Monica, Rachel, Phoebe and their significant others settle into family lives. But Matthew Perry is such an expressive comedian—just think of what he’d have done with changing the diapers of twins! Ever since the series ended, fans and tabloids have never quite stopped wondering whether a big-screen adaptation would happen. Now, with the furor over “Sex and the City 2,” the din is getting louder. The Daily Mail reports that Warner Brothers is willing to pay big bucks to bring all six cast members together and that the stars have already agreed to the reunion. The actor who played coffee shop downer Gunther on the show says this is true. “‘Friends: The Movie’ is definitely on,” he told News of the World. “I still keep in touch with a lot of the cast and they say that they are really keen [to do it]. I am definitely on board to do the film.” But other sources say this is total rubbish. I guess we’ll have to wait and find out. Could I BE more disappointed? [MTV]

Jimmy Fallon once joked about how choosing a friend as a roommate is never awesome:

“It doesn’t work out. You will fight each other––they have to much dirt on you. They’ll crush you in an argument for no reason. Like you’ll just say ‘Hey man the dishes have been in the sink for like two weeks and they’re your dishes. Are you gonna clean them or what?’ And they’ll say, ‘Yeah, remember when you had crabs in the sixth grade?’”

In the last month, I’ve learned that Fallon was so right.

Girlfriends are getting a lot of flack these days. Despite the popularity of “Sex and the City,” “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants,” and “Lipstick Jungle” (well, maybe that one wasn’t so popular), female friendship is under attack. In the past few years it has become trendy to poo-poo girlfriends and hang with a posse of guys. Considering the legacy of girlfriendship in history and literature, I am surprised to find contemporary women viewing them with such disdain. I grew up reading about the bonds between sisters in “Little Women” and “Pride and Prejudice” and the unbreakable ties of friendship in “The Babysitters Club.” During grade school the notion of even being polite to a guy was incomprehensible; boys did have cooties, after all. As I grew, so did the possibility that a guy might make a decent friend. I think it must have been some time during high school, but suddenly every girl was touting that she didn’t hang out with girls, she preferred to have guy friends instead.

Yesterday, my friend George* told me about an argument he had with his best friend Elliott. Elliott recently uploaded photos of his killer abs to a social networking site, so he was contacted by several women trying to hookup with him. And the other night, he was eager to meet one of these women. The only problem is he lives with the mother of his son, even though they’re not together, so he couldn’t bring the woman home. This is where George enters the picture. Elliott, who is in his 30s, not only expected George to turn his living room into a hot-sheet motel for the night, but also to pick him and the woman up, separately, because Elliott doesn’t drive. George didn’t give in to his demands.

At some point, nearly every woman will have to decide if a breakup means that ties are completely severed with her ex or if they are going to remain friends. Whether your ex is an ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, or somewhere in between, trying to remain friends with your ex is a recipe for disaster. Of course, if you have a child with your ex, you will still see your ex from time to time and you will need to remain civil to one another, but I would still caution against a true friendship with your ex.

Recently, a reader asked “Dear Prudence” how to “unfriend” a friend:

How do you “unfriend” someone, not on Facebook, but in real life? This is a person who is also friendly with someone I know well, so it is not unlikely that we might all get together through our mutual friend. However, it might seem odd to the mutual friend that I no longer wish to associate with this person. I see both of them at work and we often eat lunch together. How should I handle this? My main reason for unfriending this person is a serious lack of boundaries on their part (constant evangelizing me to her religion, constant “invitations” which are hard to say no to, bad manners, etc.).

Once, I had a flaky friend. Whenever I’d call her or make plans with her, she’d have one of three excuses: she was too tired, she was sick with a headache or a stomach ache, or she would have to call me back, which almost never happened. I got the hint. Either she didn’t value our friendship or thought her time was more important than mine, and I decided she and I didn’t really need to be friends. While it’s hard to end a friendship, a bad one can be as destructive as an abusive relationship. Here’s the best way to “unfriend” a friend if you find yourself in a similar situation.

I have a friend—bless her heart—who is habitually late to everything! It all started when Lynn went to work for me as a freelance editor. She never showed up when she said she would, always arrived looking like the mad scientist with hair askew and papers flying out of her cramped notebooks, and as breathless as if she’d just run the Boston Marathon before remembering, “Oh! I have an appointment!”

When I showed up for my freshman year of college, my roommate was a no-show. Since then, I have had one waking nightmare after another—the one who brushed her teeth so hard, she passed out in the bathroom and conked her head on the sink; the one who drank a case of beer every night; the one who paid $250 in rent while charging me $900; the one who accused me of stealing his $100 guitar when I had three guitars worth fifty times that. Needless to say, I now pay out my ear to live alone and it’s worth every single penny.

A few weekends ago, my girlfriends and I decided to have a drink night. For most girl crews, drink night usually starts out with a few friendly cocktails and pointless compliments on each other’s outfits (the question, “oh my god where did you get that?” is a surefire sign that you need a few more drinks in you to make the night more interesting). Soon enough those friendly cocktails ended up being more than a few harshly honest pitchers as we started to commence into the dirty ritual every woman has been guilty of enjoying: talking crap about other girls. From “she’s way too tubby to be wearing that,” to, “he’s way too hot to be doing her,” we ranted on and on as if we were Perez on The View. We were cruising No Mercy Street. Eventually we started to soften up as we got onto the subject of our good friend Jesse, who had broken up with her more-than-perfect boyfriend Jeremy. It had turned out that Mr. Perfect had been cheating on her for six months with his hometown friend.

When I told a friend that I was in break-up recovery, she didn’t hand me the name of her therapist, she lent me her “Sex and the City” Collector’s Gift Set. I had caught reruns of the show on the few nights I watched television outside of “60 Minutes” and “Frontline,” and while I loved the show for Samantha’s bawdy comments and Carrie’s commitment issues, every time I caught a rerun I learned the lesson that I needed. It became my modern-day version of the After-School Special, and I was hooked. So a month ago, between tears, I sat down with a glass of red Zinfandel, some dark chocolate, and started on all six seasons of its high-heeled wisdom.

“He’s Just Not That Into You” wants to teach the women of this world a lesson. But you know what? Sometimes us ladies just aren’t that into you, gentlemen! Guys are just as clueless when it comes to reading the signs. Some of the best-selling book’s rules hold true for both sexes, like, “if they only want to see you when they’re drunk,” that’s totally a bad sign (duh!). However, women have their own set of subtle brush-off techniques. After countless boring dates and awkward interactions, we’ve decided to let you studs in on our secrets. We’ve cut through the BS and compiled the signs that she’s just not that into you.

One of the things I love about being in a relationship is that my friend circle multiplies. But what happens to those newly formed friendships when the relationship ends? For example, recently two of my friends who were in a couple broke up and it’s been awkward ever since. Where we used to all go out together once or twice a month, now I have to split time between them, and I have the nagging feeling that I’m cheating when I hang out with one and not the other. After driving myself crazy for a few weeks (Do I talk about or avoid the subject? Partake in talk about the ex or awkwardly change the subject when it comes up?), I sought some advice on dealing with the joint-friends breakup—who keeps whom? And does it really have to come down to that?

True friends understand you best and offer a solution or just a strong shoulder when life is at its worst. And they’re usually the first to celebrate with you when life is wonderful. But unfortunately, most songs are about trials of the heart not friendship. So we put together a list of our favorite friendship songs. After reading through the lyrics, call up your best homegirl and let us know in the comments which songs remind you of her.

Do you miss Ryan Atwood’s irresistibly sexy brooding “bad boy gone good” act on The OC?  I know I do.  Or maybe you ache for the days of Buffy spearing vampires with wooden stakes. Well pine no more, because TheWB.com is bringing back all of your faves.

Buffy, Everwood, The OC, Veronica Mars, Angel, One Tree Hill, Smallville, Gilmore Girls, Friends, Roswell…all of your guilty pleasures.  The staff even picks their favorite episodes to suggest for your pleasurable viewing.  It’s the perfect place to re-watch and re-live all of the best teenage drama-dies—and a few you never got a chance to enjoy the first time around [Like Babylon 5!—Editor].  There are even a few new things debuting such as Sorority Forever, a new online serious about a beautiful sorority with an ugly secret.

In addition to streaming your favorite shows, TheWB.com has an interactive community with games, blogs, downloads, playlists, etcetera.  I might’ve just played the Friends quiz for the last half hour—this site will hook you that quickly. I only have one complaint—where the hell is Dawson’s Creek? I want me some Pacey Witter please. [TheWB.com]

Last night on Maxim Radio (Sirius 108), hosts Devore & Diana were talking about test dates and how meeting the friends and meeting the parents are the biggest examples of a person being tested in a new relationship. Then callers went back and forth about which was more important—impressing the parents, the siblings, or the friends. What do you think?

Oh lordy, Jennifer Aniston may need to prepare herself for another break-up—only this time, the people involved are her best Friend Courtney Cox and her hubby David Arquette. According to sources, David is sick of Jennifer always hanging around their house ever since she broke up with husband Brad Pitt and recent boyfriend Vince Vaughn, and that she now feels like a “second wife”. We’re not Aniston fans, per se, and we can totally see why it would be mega annoying to have a Debbie Downer like Jennifer around all the time, but David would have to be totally nutso to give his wife an ultimatum over this one. First of all, women hate ultimatums. No matter how right you may be, forcing our hand pisses us off, especially when it screws with our affinity for Girl Power. Secondly, David is poor and a totally D-List star. Courtney’s show Dirt may be just that—dirt—but she still has all the money left over from her Friends days. Pretty sure David isn’t so pissed about the ol’ third wheel that he’s willin to go back to slumming it in Venice Beach. [Digital Spy]