I really do love facebook. I do. Sadly, I am quite addicted. I like poking people. I like making fun of friends' fashion faux-pas in drunken pictures. I like it when a long lost kindergarten compadre adds me as a friends and I see my magic number go from 349 to 350 friends (the fact that I communicate with 12 of them is besides the point).
BUT if I have to find out, via facebook, that one more early-20-something friend (read: high school or college aquaintance) is getting married, I will scream. Again.
There's the change of "relationship status" to engaged, the change of away message to "Betsy is: SO happy and loves Bob so much and is so excited and check out her ring in my album titled "THE RING!!! :) !!!!!" where we have pics from EVERY ANGLE!" Oh-and then there is my favourite. I saw on a mutual friend's wall - "Hey M! - msg me as to whether you can make it to my reception on Sept 20! Hope to see you there!!"
There is a reason we send wedding invitations in the mail. A reason we didn't replace them by the phone, or fax or e-mail--or now facebook. Not just because it's classier, but because weddings are kind of a big deal. As in: it's not the same as having a party at your sorority house. As in: you're making a much bigger commitment that just deciding on a dress to wear for one day. As in: you're going to have pictures courtesy of real-live photographer, and not a camera phone. Now, if you feel that the ripe old age of 22 and your high school boyfriend are the stuff plans-for-entire-rest-of-lives are made of, godspeed. But for godsakes, get off of facebook and go register for a blender or something.
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