You'll feel the same rage while you're watching this video as you do while trying to talk to a friend who is mmmhmmm-ing you to death while they scroll through endless status updates and ugly baby photos.
Ah your 20s. The time for leaving college, joining the workforce and, if you believe Lena Dunham's Girls, eating cupcakes in bathtubs.
Taking your romance to Facebook can only lead to one thing: happiness followed by extreme passive aggression, jealousy and awkwardness.
You may have heard that a lot of employers will check the Facebook profiles of potential candidates. Now that many of you are getting ready to enter the professional world with internships or entry-level jobs, now is probably a great time to start cleaning your Facebook page of anything you wouldn't want them to see.
We've all seen the "Cheap Pharmacy Pills" and "We Found Your Soul Mate" emails sitting in our spam folder. But did you know Facebook has a similar thing? This magical treasure chest is called the "Other" folder.
Girls get a second season. K-Stew says dumb stuff. All the things we couldn't cover today.
I don’t think I would ever consider myself a “crafty” person. I was the girl in kindergarten with the art projects that only a mother could love. I also have terrible handwriting, which I chalk up to another reason why I will never be good at art.
When I read the headline today, I audibly gasped causing everyone around me to think I either a) choked on my lunch or b) read that Ryan Lochte was getting married (Good news, he isn't. And yes, I'm still on a Lochte kick. Go ahead, hate me.)
As someone who spends her days studying communciations, I've spent a lot of time contemplating the ways we get in touch with one another. It used to be simple. A phone call here, meeting for coffee there. Maybe an e-mail or an AIM chat if you were feeling adventurous.
Hey, time-line haters, there's still hope for you if you want to recover the classic Facebook layout. All you have to do is move to Russia! Yeah, sorry, not so simple. Introducing VK.com, Russia's largest social networking site.
In a maze of Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, Stumble, the weary brethren (myself, included) struggled to understand the meaning of the seventh creation. Tumblr? A place to.... tumble? An ode to the gymnasts? A home for floor routine inspired decor?
We happened to stumble upon Boobstagram. And yes, it's real. I wasn't all that surprised when I found out given the kinds of things we have access to these days. But I was extremely surprised when I found out that Boobstagram isn't quite what you think.
I refuse to get timeline. Several of my friends have given in because they're tired of the ads popping up on their profile, and they don't want Zuckerberg to win. Well, Facebook is going to have to force me into the change next week. I'm not doing it.
Some have speculated that Facebook's latest buy is an attempt to box out the competition. Others have also complained heavily that, under Facebook's administration, Instagram is ruined. While this may be true, Facebook, a billion dollar company, is pretty good at running the show. In fact, Facebook would probably successfully run several other companies as well.
What happened to wooing? What happened to a guy and a girl getting together for a date and getting to know each other? What happend to calling a girl to speak to her instead of sending an endless stream of texts? Why are guys trying to arrange and cancel dates via Facebook? It's awkward and unnatural, and honestly, kind of cowardly. And completely unromantic.
Being as this is the season of Lent, when good Catholic boys and girls are sacrificing one of their favorite luxuries for 40 days, I started to wonder, how productive an idea is this for the 21st century? I’m all for penance, don’t get me wrong, love me some BDSM, but while you can give up certain things, are their ones that you shouldn’t give up?
Even though it's so cathartic to vomit a few passive aggressive phrases on your Facebook status update or TwitPic a shot of the horribly dressed person standing ahead of you in line, don't ever slam your parents on social media. You just might end up with BULLETS in your laptop and accidental YouTube infamy.
Although Facebook has dramatically changed the rules of social interactions, there are some things that are still not allowed. This includes writing certain comments on certain people's walls. As much as I'd like to tell my crush how much I like him, that sort of thing has yet to be deemed socially acceptable (unfortunately). So, instead of writing these comments on my Facebook friends' walls, I'm just going to post about it...
You wake up. You reach over to your bedside table, grab your ringing phone and click the dismiss button to stop the alarm. Phone still in hand, you rub your left eye, but leave the right one open and peek at the device in your palm. Eleven new emails and four texts.
I’m sorry I had to cut you out of my friends list. I think it’s really awesome that even though you had an exam at 7:30 this morning, you still went out last night and had the time of your life (I assume from the pictures you posted). I stayed in studying for the exam all night, and I just can’t bear to see your status next week telling the whole internet you got an A+ when I got a C.
We are all guilty of Facebook stalking. All of us! And I’m going to tell you that I think that’s perfectly okay. Isn’t that what Facebook is for? The hard part about Facebook stalking is that you can never let people know that you do it or else you will be known as a creep (even though the people calling you a creep Facebook stalk as much as you do, if not more).