Are We All Teenage Girls?

I hate Facebook.

All of a sudden, people who I haven't heard from in 10 years and who now are declaring me their best friend are asking me to recognize the depth and importance of our relationship on Facebook.

Are they nuts? Lonely? Bored?

You want my email address? You want to write me or call to say something, fine.

But I don't want to go through 12 mouse clicks to read the latest cogent thought you've graffitied on my "wall."

I don't care what movies you like or who your other alleged friends are.

I have 7 pending requests. Just watch them pend for the next 100 years.

I am now averaging 3 Facebook email messages a day.

Be warned, oh childish ones, the Delete button is on and it's active.