Social media has spawned a generation of braggarts. Honestly, dahrlings, the way the world has taken to blowing its horn, it really ought to be called social masturbation.
“I’m so proud of myself.” “My dog who is the cutest ever.” “Oooh, the cabbie just told me I look like Marilyn Monroe.” (Like we all haven’t heard that one!) “Like me!” “Follow me!” “Spank me!” (There’s a Fannybook in case you didn’t know).
And I thought my nosy neighbour was needy. (Every time I pick up a new friend, she wants to poke him. I keep telling her it’s not the same as the ‘share’ button).
The point is, WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR DENTIST APPOINTMENT??
The worst part is you’ve all been told social networking is the path to untold riches. If you can figure that one out, Pumpkins, I will like you, follow you, and, yes... I may even tell you what’s on my mind…
