I have friends on Facebook (and I’m sure you probably do, too) who have gotten pregnant and acted like they were the first people in human history to ever be pregnant and boy oh boy, will people on the internet find my totally uncreative way of recounting pregnancy fascinating. I really don’t mind…
YES! A thousand times, YES. And it only gets worse once the baby actually arrives. My dream Facebook status update (which is going up the next time I get shitfaced) goes a little something like this: Hey Mommies, before you go typing ANYTHING related to your spawn into your status update, be sure to realize that more than likely NOT A SINGLE PERSON on your FB page, besides your own mom, actually gives a shit. Also, you’re not fun anymore and stop talking about how your asshole ripped during child birth.
I’ve been lucky in the sense that not many of my friends have gone baby-crazy on Facebook, but the stuff I’ve read on STFUParents is enough to make me want to tie all fallopian tubes within a 20-mile radius into double knots.
The 2000’s: century of the over-sharing and under-inhibited.
