Oh I love that about Facebook! But I am unusually blessed with relatively sane family and friends (or at least we have similar political beliefs).
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yeah, it's me, and my worlds not fitting together all that great.
I also like it--due to having far-flung family and friends.
There are parts about it I like--I've gotten back in touch with folks I wouldn't have otherwise, but it's definitely awkward.
I don't mind jettisoning the occasional right-wing nutjob from elementary school. In fact, it feels freeing to defriend someone that I haven't seen face-to-face since 1985 and who feels the need to mansplain all over my wall why Nancy Pelosi is a Nazi bitch. But this one is awkward, because she's practically family, and we are going to continue to see one another.
Whatever, she'd just make me watch FoxNews anyway. It's probably for the best.
My BFF is Catholic, and the last time that she went to church with her parents, they had confession where you just sat in a room with two chairs and the priest. she couldn't handle it.
There are tons of f2f people I'm glad I found on facebook. It's just that there's a handful (and it's not all political stuff, either) of people about whom I should have known better and because they're f2f people, there's no gracious way to dump them.
Oh Connie, please forgive my bad timing.
No problem at all, that's the downside of the board, so many threads of lives with the attendant ups and downs not always gelling in an appropriately tonal manner. All appropriate ~ma in all directions.
~ma for Connie's sister.
~ma for Connie, and for your sister.
Gris, congrats!
My BFF is Catholic, and the last time that she went to church with her parents, they had confession where you just sat in a room with two chairs and the priest. she couldn't handle it.
That's how I did it for my first confession! Back in the 70s! Hippie parish.