My little brother showed my grandma how to use Facebook about two weeks ago. He signed her up for an account, and she thinks it's great. I'm slightly more ambivalent about the embarrassing messages she's been leaving me ,and also about the fact that she friended my dad (my parents are divorced and this is my mother's mom). Yeah it's kind of weird and embarrassing that she has Facebook, but it makes her happy.
What I can't tolerate is her calling me up to tell me, and I quote: "I read your cynical Facebook updates and they hurt my heart."
I went back, looking at my status updates for the past two weeks, and I honestly don't know what she's talking about. In the past two weeks, I've updated about:
*Having a cold and not feeling well
*The condition of my bathroom as my landlord is fixing it.
*Getting new pet rats.
*Whatever I'm cooking that day.
*The health care reform
The only thing I can think that *might* be cynical to her is the stuff about health care. And I'm sorry, but you not agreeing with my political views is not the same thing as them being cynical. How is me wanting health care for all people cynical? Oh wait, it's not! My grandma is an Obama supoorter too, so I don't get it. But I can't exactly tell my grandma that if she doesn't like it, to fuck off or ignore it. And if it's not the health care stuff, then I have no idea what else it would be. If me updating that I'm annoyed there's a gaping hole in my bathroom ceiling is too much for her, than she needs to not use the internet at all. Thanks a lot little brother, because giving grandma Facebook was apparently like opening Pandora's box. I guess it's time to change my privacy settings.
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