Coffee and a Conversation
As Told Over Brunch is a home for intelligent discourse from the twenty-something perspective - so the stuff you gossip about over mimosas on Sunday morning or over takeout on your friend's couch when happy hour ends too early. We love chatting about our lives, whether it be the relationships we’re building (or destroying), lessons we've learned at work, struggles at school, growing pains we've felt, or even the food we’re talking over.
When on my phone and scrolling through Facebook, it often seems that Facebook is trying to be Tinder - or a pot-stirrer. It's either, "Who is this long-haired goddess?" or "Why would I want to be friends with him? He attacked me with a tennis racket in middle school."
Today I brief you on Facebook's top pics for my future friends:
Read MoreI am friends with several of my friends' parents on Facebook. For the most part they are good for a like on a status or a happy birthday on my timeline, but occasionally things get more complicated.
The mom who walks backwards. For the launch of ATOB, Sara and I made a Facebook event where I invited pretty much everyone (okay, I didn’t invite the people who I secretly write about). One of our guests was my friend’s mom. She first apologized she wouldn't be able to make the event; she would in Thailand. I tried to clear up the confusion that it wasn't an event that required physical presence. This is how she responded:
Read MoreIn my youth, I befriended people on Facebook who I would not even speak to, but hey, I saw you at that party last night. It’s all about networking, right? Now I have to talk to you for a minimum of 15 minutes before I click “Add.” That doesn’t mean I’ll remember you in six months when I see you on my newsfeed For example:
Stella: My best friend and I went to the river a couple of months before I moved to Richmond, VA. Two girls started talking to us, both college freshmen. They were high and looking to get higher. One was Stella (obviously). The other had dropped out of school after some sort of drug incident, and ever since her parents wouldn’t allow her to be alone. That weekend her babysitter was Stella. Somehow my friend and I took selfies with these girls, and so we had to become Facebook buddies so we could be tagged. Except Stella never posted the photos.
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