Journalist. Mother. Bunny enthusiast. Pop culture junkie.

Journalist. Mother. Bunny enthusiast. Pop culture junkie.
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facebook. Show all posts

Thursday, November 6, 2014

I'm the best mom in the world! (but you're not)

I've learned a lot of things in the past year. Most of those things involve bodily fluids.

But one thing I was shocked to learn is one thing that shouldn't have really shocked me at all:

Mean girls grow up to be mean moms.

(Moms who are mean to other moms).

It's as competitive and catty as high school, except uglier and colder. Because it involves your children.

I came across this creepy phenomenon the moment I got pregnant. You see, I had turned to the internet for help. I knew nothing about babies. I didn't really have a support network of moms-to-be around me. I wanted to be a part of a community of women who understood what I was going through. And maybe make some friends in the process.

On Facebook, there are hundreds of pregnancy/motherhood pages. And in the past year, I have seen five major ones get shut down. All because of mommy-shamers.


What are mommy-shamers? They are:

Moms who call each other nasty names. Moms who criticize other moms for not doing things "the right way." Moms who think they know more than any other mom in the history of mankind. Moms who are, to put it bluntly, just bitches.

On the internet, mommy-shamers (much like trolls) are brazen behind the safety net of a computer screen.

On a Facebook page, a mom will write a question, seeking advice from other moms. In most cases it's something benign, like "Is it okay to give my four-month-old water?"

Some responses will be normal. "I don't think babies under six months should be given water. My pediatrician warned me against it because water can affect how the baby digests milk or formula."

Helpful, right?

Then, come the mommy-shamers: "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU RETARDED? THIS IS YOUR FIRST CHILD, RIGHT? NEVER GIVE A BABY WATER! YOU WILL PUT HIM IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM! WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU????"

Or, the question might be: "After a six-week-long maternity leave, I'm heading back to work next week. Any advice for full-time moms?"

Normal responses will involve breast-pumping tips and how to find the right child-care provider.

Mommy-shamers: "YOU'RE GOING BACK TO WORK AND YOU'RE GOING TO ABANDON YOUR BABY?! HOW COULD YOU? I COULD NEVER LEAVE MY CHILD IN THE HANDS OF STRANGERS FOR SOME STUPID JOB! PLEASE RETHINK YOUR DECISION. YOU WILL NEVER GET THESE PRECIOUS MOMENTS WITH YOUR NEWBORN EVER AGAIN!"

Etc.

But the mommy-shaming isn't just online. It's in person. Well-meaning friends and acquaintances, and even strangers, think it is of the upmost importance to tell you how to raise your baby.

Breast is best! If you give your child formula, you might as well pack your bags, because you're going to hell.

Vaccinations are the devil's autism juice.

Circumcision is CHILD ABUSE.

Etc.

Fortunately, I haven't been subjected to that extreme kind of mommy-shaming (knock on wood). But just witnessing it everyday on forums is enough for me. It's the main reason I have been too terrified to post anything in any forum anywhere.

Being a bitch in high school is bad enough. But at least your excuse is, um, you're in high school. When you're an adult and have children, there is NO excuse.

It's even harder when mommy-shamers do it unintentionally. They genuinely think they're being helpful by offering (unsolicited) motherly advice.

When Neill was two months old, I was sitting in an auto shop waiting room, feeding Neill a bottle (I'm not comfortable breast-feeding in public yet). The receptionist in the waiting room walked up to me and told me I was using the wrong brand of bottle. "All three of my children used Playtex bottles," she told me. "Honey, you need to switch. You're not doing your baby any service using Dr. Brown bottles."

Um, what?

When Neill was three months old, I was in line at the craft store and he started wailing. The mother in front of me turned around and glared at me. "You're not feeding your baby enough if he's screaming like that," she sneered.

Excuse me?

And finally, last week, I was at the grocery store when I walked by the elderly woman who passes out samples. After cooing over Neill, she glanced into my cart and told me, "You need to put that carton of ice cream back in the freezer section, darling. Sweets aren't good to be eating when you're feeding that little baby! Shame on you!"

She literally mommy-shamed me. Er, grandma-shamed me?

Anyway, it made me go from a beaming new mom to a beet red buffoon. I was embarrassed and I couldn't come up with a good comeback right away because I've given most of my brain cells to my child.

Why can't mothers just be supportive of other mothers?

New moms are already so fragile, clumsily learning the ropes of child-rearing through sleep-thirsty eyes. We don't need you to chastise us on what worked for you. Because what worked for you might not work for me. Every mother and child and situation is different.

Don't make us feel bad, when we already have the harshest critic breathing down our necks: ourselves.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Fast Times at Wikipedia High

Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the internet was the real world? And social media sites were...people?

Oh, I'm the only weirdo here? Well, welcome to my twisted little imagination.
Hello kids! Welcome to Wikipedia High School. We have the bestest and brightest students in the virtual world. Let me introduce you!


Facebook



Hey everyone! I really hate to brag, but oh, what the heck. I'm so pretty. I'm the most popular girl in school. There I said it, hehe. :) I have so many friends! And every time I say how awesome my day has been, 20 of my closest friends immediately like it! They give me thumbs up and make comments which make me feel special. :) I just want to be everyone's friend because I'm so nice and I'm so cool. I love sharing photos of myself with everyone, even people I haven't spoken to in years. I'm really pretty. Did I mention that? :)


LinkedIn



I'm going to get straight to the point. I'm not here to make friends, I'm simply here to do everything I can to get into Harvard. I'm the senior class president, I'm president of the Latin Club, vice-president of the Chess Club, and a proud member of the Wikipedia Business Leaders of Tomorrow League. I'm also class valedictorian. While most of my uninspired classmates are more interested in watching cat videos over at Youtube, I spend every waking moment trying to be as professional as possible. Even if it means polishing my resume every single night until graduation.


Twitter



@you sorry super busy but wanted to say I'm editor of the @wikipaper and always have the scoop on all gossip/news. Have millions of friends and strangers who always want to chat. LOL
#mylifestory #awesomesauce #hitmeuponmycell #totallyboningfacebook

Craig's List



Some people call me that pothead skater boy who deals herbal candy to children behind the bleachers, but man, that's just not the whole picture, man. I hook people up with necessary shit! Need a bike for ten bucks? Meet me behind the bleachers after school and I'll hook you up. Want to sell your mom's jewelry so you can support your heroin habit? Fuck yeah, meet me behind the bleachers and I'll hook you up. Looking to get laid? Meet me behind the bleachers and...


Google +



Yes, I'm the baby at Wiki High. I'm a freshman. It really sucks because when I first came to this school, everyone wanted to be my friend! Everyone kept saying I was prettier and cooler than Facebook! I thought I was going to be the most popular girl at school. And now I'm so sad because people finally figured out that I'm not that cool. They call me boring and no one hangs out with me anymore. Most of the people who begged me to be their friend a few months ago have now forgotten I even exist. They walk past me in the hallways without even looking. Will you be my friend?


Flickr



Look outside your eyes, friends! Every day is a new beginning and every night is a rebirth. Cleanse yourself with knowledge and the visual beauty which awaits you at every turn. If you are feeling inspired, bring your Holga to the quad after school. A group of us hike to the stars and snap our dreams with the click of a button. If you're a spiritually and physically beautiful female, perhaps we could share an existential moment.


Myspace


So, you're probably staring at my photo and thinking "damn, that bitch is old" and you know what, you're right. I'm 24 and technically, shouldn't even be at Wiki High Anymore. But fuck you, I just don't want to leave. When I first came here in 2003, I was the most popular girl in high school. But then that stupid slut Facebook transferred here and fucked it all up for me. And ever since that bitch stole my Homecoming crown, all I've been doing is drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle and having sex with any sleazeball who picks me up. And since I don't have friends anymore, I basically just hang out with no-name rock bands. I guess you could call me the ultimate groupie. Oh, FYI: Don't sleep with Craig's List. Asshole gave me a virus.


...well, what do ya think?

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Life without Facebook

Four days without Facebook and it feels like an eternity.

I've e-mailed them twice about the incident, hoping they will restore my profile, but I have not heard anything. I guess I just have to be patient. It is the holidays, after all. I might not hear anything until the new year perhaps...

It's bizarre.

I have had my facebook for five years and checked it every single day. I didn't realize how much a part of my life facebook was until it was gone.

I find myself going to the computer and typing my username, only to remember what happened. It's just instinct.

And now I'm not quite sure what to do with my free time.

There is nobody to poke. No witty status update to write. No photos to upload. No walls to write on.

I feel like I'm standing outside of society. It makes me uneasy that I don't know what my cousins did over the weekend or what new band my best friend in Milwaukee is listening to or what that kid from my high school biology class ate for breakfast.

I'm so used to knowing these little trivial things about people that it feels wrong not to know anymore.

I don't think I am the only one who feels this way. Our generation revolves around Facebook and other social networking sites in a way. It's how we communicate with each other, it's how we learn more about each other, it's how we meet each other, and it's how we feel confident about ourselves. Our profile is our mirror and our number of friends makes us feel more popular, even though in reality about 85 percent of those people are basically former acquaintances.

I can't even remember what life was like without facebook. What did I do with my time? How did I contact friends? Did I even have any friends? I don't know. I don't remember.

I guess being on facebook helped me feel like I was part of a community. My friends list was a huge number (382) of people from all aspects of my life. Former school classmates, girls who used to be in my ballet class, that guy I had my first kiss with, my old professors, my coworkers, all the people I hung out with in college, etc. Pretty much almost every person I interacted with at some point in my life was on my facebook. Like a small town of people I know.

Even though I might not have spoken to a person in 15 years, the protection of a computer screen allowed me to compliment their new hair style or "like" one of their status updates.

And now I'm stuck in the real world with nobody. If someone says something witty at the grocery store, I'm not going to give them a thumbs up. It doesn't work that way.

I'm not going to bring my poking war with my coworkers into the real world. That would be weird and creepy. And sometimes if you have long nails, poking in real life can hurt.

I'm not going to stand up on top of my apartment building and tell everyone what book I'm reading. I'm not going to stand on a street corner and status update my life.

So I guess I will just have to wait until Facebook responds to my e-mails. As torturous as it may be.

I am a child of the digital age. What else can I say?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

(Un) Happy New Year

It's almost comical how I think every year is the worst year of my life.

This year is no different. It has been one nightmare after another, in fact, it's the whole reason I started my blog back in February. I needed a place to vent about how awful the new year was going. I had no idea it was only going to get worse.

I'm not going to list all the problems I've been moaning about in the past year. I'm going to talk about something a little more recent.

I never brought this up before because I didn't want the agony to affect all aspects of my life. This blog was one place where I could escape from the drama.

But, it's kind of twisting my life into a nightmare, so I have to talk about it.

There is a girl who has been obsessed with my boyfriend for the past two and a half years. She lives in another state. She found him on facebook, back when he used to have one.

After sending him an insane number of texts and e-mails, he finally told her to leave him alone. She did not listen. So, I sent her a very polite e-mail telling her to stop bugging my boyfriend.

She recently sent me a scathing e-mail back that is so scary, it makes me think she is unstable. I can't even repeat anything she said here.

Then, to get more revenge, she interfered with my personal life. You see, this morning I got an e-mail from Facebook stating that SOMEONE e-mailed them stating my profile had objectionable content on it. Since Facebook has billions of users, they could not investigate each unique incident, but instead simply deleted accounts.

So, they deleted my account.

This is a facebook account I have had for five years. I did not have any objectionable content on it at all, especially since I was friends with my boss and coworkers. I am always very careful about what I put on it.

I'm in shock. Five years worth of messages, photos, and contact information are gone from me forever. That website was the main tool of communication I had with my cousins, former coworkers, high school friends, and college friends. And now it's all gone.

So now if I'm lucky Facebook will let me rebuild a new profile, but it's going to take a very long time to find all the friends I accumulated over the past five years. And I will never get all those photos back. My college graduation photos, my birthday photos, vacation photos, are all gone for good. I'm devastated.

All because of her. This girl who hates me. She's never even met me.

She knows my full name, she knows where I work, and she knows where I live.

Am I wrong to be scared she will try to destroy me in other ways? Her city is not very far away from me. She could easily take a road trip out here to get me. Or, contact my work and make up lies, like she did to Facebook. She could try to get me fired or ruin my reputation somehow.

I'm scared.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I facebooked your ex last night



Before online social networking came about, it was easy to forget your ex. Perhaps, a few years later, you would run into them at the supermarket and it would be awkward and nostalgic, but then away they would go, off into the frozen food aisle.

Well, our generation is different and it sucks.

On Facebook, I am only friends with one ex. His name is Jeff and we dated in high school. I was very much in love. We went shopping together and took dance lessons together. We would drive through the ritzy part of town and dream about one day when we would marry and live in a big mansion. And Jeff would even fantasize about how he would decorate each room. Well, a few years after graduation, Jeff came out of the closet. I put my heartache aside and we remained good friends.

But that is it. He is the exception.

Unfortunately, I am still unwillingly connected to every other ex on Facebook. We have mutual friends.

So once in a while information about an ex will pop up in my facebook news feed and spark my interest.

And no matter how OVER my ex I am, bitter feelings and hurt still arises, especially if the relationship ended on bad terms (they all did). Whenever I see them with their new beautiful girlfriends, happy and beaming, I get a little pissed.

After all, I’d always had this fantasy that each ex was sitting alone in his living room every Saturday night, pining for me, knowing he could never love again. So it is always a huge shock to see that my fantasy is not true. They are dating other girls. They are in love with other girls. I am all but forgotten.

And then I have to prevent myself from facebooking each new girlfriend to warn her about the asshole.
“Don’t date him girl! Jake’s mother is a complete nightmare and will ruin your life!”
“I’m so sorry, sweetie, you don’t know me, but I just needed to tell you that Don is in an abusive relationship with himself. Don’t let him near any pills.”
“If you want to protect your heart, stay away from Chris. He cheats.”

All the things I want to say, but of course, do not.

And Facebook makes it SO easy to find your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. So, so devilishly easy, especially if her profile is on public view. 597 photos? Don’t mind if I do!

And that’s when the fun starts. Your self-esteem takes a series of beatings when you find out his ex is gorgeous and rich and brilliant in every way. Oh, she plays the guitar? How bloody fabulous. Oh, she got accepted into Harvard Law without even studying? Lucky bitch! Oh, she went mountain climbing last year just for the hell of it? Jesus. What is my boyfriend doing with me? Clearly I suck in comparison.

And so forth.

So thank you, Facebook. Thank you for not letting me forget my exes. Thank you for letting me compare every detail of myself to every girl who dated my boyfriend.

Thank you for wasting my time.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Beware of online home wreckers!



Online home wreckers.

Oh, where do I even begin?

This topic tugs at my heart because it affects me in several ways. I have three friends who have gotten divorced because of it.

In the good ol' days, home wreckers actually had to work. They had to keep up their physique, dress like skanks, and step outside their home to snare their prey. They had to perfect the art of flirting.

Now, they just need to get on a computer.

In the digital world, any girl can be a home wrecker. The overweight bimbo who wishes she had Barbie's husband. The older woman who wishes she was younger. The scorned teenager who wishes to sabotage her crush's new relationship. You can be anybody on the Internet. It's that simple.

In most cases, the home wreckers have a classic scenario. Let's choose Facebook as an example. The girl befriends a guy she thinks is hot, without seeing his profile. When he accepts her, she notices he has a wife/girlfriend. She doesn't care. Soon, she is leaving flirty photo comments. And then she is leaving wall comments. And when you bring it up to him, he will get annoyed ("Stop being jealous, she's just a friend" or "She's just some girl I met on facebook. I don't even know her."). And then come the messages...the ones you can't read. The ones where she's pouring her heart out to him and slowly (or quickly) drawing him away from you, one word at a time.

My friend Sarah was the first friend I had who went through this nightmare. She got married right after college, to her high school sweetheart. Five months later, her husband told her he met a girl on Facebook and asked for a divorce. Apparently a girl found her husband on Facebook by searching for people who liked The White Stripes. She randomly came across him and liked what she saw. She started messaging him about her life and how lonely she was and how she wished she could meet a guy like him. Sarah's husband was so swept off his feet and flattered with the attention, he left Sarah and immediately moved in with the new girl right after the divorce.

Then it was my friend Jessica (from college). She married her college sweetheart and two years later started noticing a pretty young 20-year-old commenting on his Facebook wall. He denied liking the girl. "I had a class with her three years ago and she just found me on Facebook. Don't be jealous." he told Jessica. She eventually caught him messaging the girl and he sheepishly admitted he had fallen in love. They divorced immediately afterward.

And then it was Jennifer S. (a high school friend of mine). Same exact story. A girl from a nearby town found her husband (of one year) on Facebook through mutual friends. Photo comments. Wall comments. Secret messages. Another marriage destroyed.

Almost every husband or boyfriend promises he's never going to stray.

But only he knows if that's true.

If men are going to cheat, they are going to cheat.

But even the most faithful of men can be conned on the Internet by a pretty face, series of sweet messages, and the hope that maybe there is someone better out there.

Someone a lot better than you.