Did you ever have a boyfriend who really messed up? I’m talking about broken trust, ugly fighting, rumor spreading awfulness that made you to dump his sorry ass. Well that’s essentially what happened when Facebook changed their terms of agreement with us last week. Collectively, students everywhere decided that these new terms weren’t what we signed up for when Facebook first nervously asked us out and we know we deserve better than that.

Of course a week later that said boyfriend came back with his tail between his legs promising to make it better. He’s seen how ugly the world can be without you and, damn it, he’s changed.

Oh and look at that; Facebook is right on schedule, trying to make amends just like your last douchey boyfriend. But this time it’s different; this time there’s hope! It may be a dysfunctional relationship, but it’s our dysfunctional relationship and we’re listening, Facebook. I’ve missed our late night sessions, wasting time together, looking at old pictures…

Some may call it an obsession but I call it love.

This time Facebook has a plan to woo me back. A week after we heard about the policy change (the one that would allow Facebook to obtain permanent rights to your pictures, wall posts and information), the most popular social-networking site has changed its mind and will instead give users more control over future Facebook rules and practices. The first step being several town hall style meetings that would allow users to comment on the new proposed statement of rights and responsibilities.

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One of my esteemed colleagues wrote a great piece on texting etiquette. I recently wrote a biting piece about Papa Joe. This piece is about etiquette, too. After reading my Papa Joe piece (hopefully they read it in its entirety), a commentator, named ‘Haha,’ quipped, “you’re just a jealous peon,” to which I replied (in two posts) “nope, Haha, sure ain’t . . . I’m glad [the Simpsons are] rich. That’s great for them. But their father is a tool. Oh, one other thing . . . I LOVE the word peon. It’s great fun, conjures up great images . . . thanks!”

First, I do love the word peon. It’s nasty. It’s blunt. It’s cutting. People don’t use the word peon a lot, so I liked the reminder that the word peon exists. Reminds me of my old father (he’s a judge). He calls people peons and ninnies all the time – those words are funny, and I always chuckle when he coughs them up. BUT I digress (you’re probably getting used to that).

Now some of my fellow bloggers might wonder why I waste my time responding to remarks, whether good or bad, and why I’m even bothering to write this piece. Well, first off, I wish to thank Haha for inspiring me to do so. Because I’ve spent a lot of time (yes, it’s true) thinking about internet etiquette, how people are quick to insult (yes, I’m just as guilty, stirrin’ up crap, criticizing Mr. Simpson, etc.), name-calling, and even verbally terrorizing others on web posts. Read More »

Well, the College Candy commenters have spoken, and you know what girls? You’re totally right (Of course you are!).

I thought I had this roommate situation all under control. I decided it was a bad idea, I told him it was a bad idea, but that we could discuss it further if necessary, and keep an open mind.

Apparently the words “discuss it further” and “bad idea” entered this boy’s head and came out sounding like “let’s make out some more“.

The other night I got home late from work, tired and cranky. I wanted nothing more than to sit on my couch, watch crappy TV and eat a vegan cupcake. Is that so much to ask?

As I was getting ready for bed, he was the only one left in our living room. I walked past him en route from the bathroom to my bedroom, and he grabbed me by the arm, pulled me towards him and practically stuck his tongue down my throat. He had just smoked a cigarette, and kissing him was like licking an ash tray.

“I just brushed my teeth!” I hissed, yanking myself away and hoping our other roommates wouldn’t hear. He pulled me in again, this time kissing my neck, as if this would make me forget all about the fact that he just AMBUSHED me. I pulled away yet again and went straight to my room, shutting the door behind me. Read More »