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If I Were Mark Zuckerberg


The ZuckerBurger


See? We look alike.

Let’s get one thing straight from the start: I love Facebook. I adore it. Je’taime Facebook. Why? Simple. The reason it was created. The original intention. I get to keep in touch with family and friends that I don’t see often or ever without traveling or, God Forbid, phoning. Courier Pigeon, anyone? I’m not hatin’ on the Zuck or his brainchild.

So that’s out of the way. Now, there is one huge issue with Facebook. One really friggin’ annoying issue… Zuckerberg didn’t think to set RULES for posting. We are all but lemmings following suit and without guidance as to appropriate social interaction via the Internet, we end up saying things like, “I ate pie. Vagina. My trees are lush.”

If I were Mark Zuckerfucker, I would have well-established guidelines for anyone with a FB profile. If you don’t follow those guidelines, you are booted off the site and also, fire ants are released down the crack of your bum.

If I were Mark ZitiMarinara, I would enforce these rules to ensure that Facebook stays the social media channel of choice because it has the balance we all seek between trash and news, between levity and reality, between cats playing the piano and up to the minute coverage of political revolutions.

If I were Mark Zuckerballin, these would be my Facebook rules:

Selfies – You may post one selfie per week. The correct number of selfies has been well-tested and… One per week, people. That’s it. By well-tested, I’m referring to the unfunded, unprofessional and unsolicited social experiment that my friend and I conducted. If your selfie involves premeditated props, outfits, staging and professional lighting, you are simply a douchebag and your FB “friends” are sharing that photo with horrible captions via Messenger.

Lurkers – This is Facebook, not Stalkerbook or Creeperbook or SingleWhiteFemaleBook. Let’s see your face. Read your comments. In the sage words of Vanilla Ice, “Stop, Collaborate and Listen.” Don’t be a voyeur. What are you afraid of? Interact. Be part of the community or stop looking at our #TBT photos and judging how we’ve aged.

Kids – Your kids are adorable. We want to read what ridiculous nonsense they say that makes us all chuckle and go, “Kids say the darnedest things!” in our best pre-sex offender Bill Cosby impersonation. We want to see pictures of them in capes and high heels and a ladle on their head. We do not, however, want to read a 12 Act play of their dialogue and we don’t need a daily blow by blow of their activities. We don’t need pictures when they wake up, eat their breakfast, drop a twosy …

Crossfit – Stop it. When you post how many squat drop diddles you do, we all want to throw a dumbbell at your privates. We don’t need your menu de jour of planks and squats and tippy toe touches. You drank the Kool-Aid; we get it.

Food – Great! You tried a new recipe. Awesome. Found a new healthier alternative to chocolate cake? Sweet – tell us. Once in awhile. Daily pictures of your three meals and 2 healthy snacks per day are too much. Discussing your cooking methods in such depth that I know how many times you stirred your spatula; that is more than too much. You have a Bobby Flay complex. I just created that… The APA may want to consider adding it.

Games – Go ahead; invite me to play Candy Crush one more time… I dare you. When I get a notification that someone invited me to play a game, I literally want to blow up the world. That might sound extreme, but after you decline for the 937th time, it becomes a realistic and seemingly plausible plan. Certainly justifiable.

Negative Nancy – We all have bad days. We all get our britches in a bunch because of bad customer service. We all have been the recipient of someone else’s bad mood. And we all want a little dose of “misery loves company” to elevate our outlook. That being said, if your posting becomes more depressing than a handful of downers, you should seek other sources for empathy. A therapist may be a good place to start. The rest of FacebookLand is just trying to muddle along in clouds of cotton candy and rivers of fruit punch and you’re jacking up our vibe.

Sad Stuff – Don’t post it unless it is actually going to help someone. If you are only posting it because you are the Negative Nancy from above, stop that shit, and stop it now. If, however, you have to post something sad for truly good reasons, you still must counteract with something happy within the next few days. We need to know you’re ok. We’re not heartless, just judgmental.

Sharing Funny Videos – If you share an already viral video, it better be funny. I mean damn funny. I mean make us laugh so hard that tears come from our eyes and pee from our respective gender parts. Because chances are good that said video has appeared and auto played in each of our feeds about 50 times already. So speaking for myself, if I have to see it AGAIN, it better be the kind of thing that makes me spontaneously laugh days later when I’m at the Sonic drive-thru and the employee thinks I’m ordering a large, unsweetened BWAAAAHAAAHAAA.

So there you have it. If I were Mark ZippySnatcher, these would be my rules and Facebook would be a better social forum because of it. Don’t you think? Now if you will excuse me, I have to post a selfie with my kid playing Candy Crush and eating the gourmet Gluten-Free waffle I’ve just made before I go to the gym 😉 What?!? If I were Mark Zucklymooker, I wouldn’t have to follow my own rules… Damn, bitch, I’m worth like $8 trillion.


Shhh… I’m texting.

The other evening, while attending a friend’s cookout, I was struck by the noise. And not the noise of raucous laughter and friendly banter. Actually, no one was saying a word. It was the sound of texting – the clicking of practiced fingers on keys too small to hit quite right. To hear it sounded like walking into an office of busily typing Lilliputians. To see it looked like witnessing a competitive game of Contra with 10 people all gathered around the Nintendo, hitting keys faster than their brains could compute. It occurred to me at that moment that society has morphed into a definite and odd juxtaposition where we are both more and less personal. I fear this transition would make Emily Post put her elbows on the table in sheer disgust. What was the reason that while in the presence of purported friends, everyone was texting someone else? Was it a replacement for the current company or a way to include others that couldn’t be in physical attendance? Either way, I’m positive that Tweeting about Michael Jackson’s death and updating your Facebook status so everyone knows where you are is far more important than sharing your secret BBQ sauce ingredient with the Grillmaster du jour. Such is the world we have created, where being more accessible has made us out of reach.

Pet Peeves – Make Mine Yours

I have many. I’m pretty sure you are doing, wearing, or acting in a way that is on my list. Here are a few.

1. I cannot tolerate when the hem of clothing is turned up accidentally.
2. Do not say the words, “I am so hammered, dude.” Ever. Not even if you are. Not even if you are 20 and at a frat party. Never.
3. I do not like clothing that says any of the following words: diva, cutie, sweetheart, naughty, Mrs. Kutcher, Mrs. Pitt. Especially if it is written across your ass cheeks.
4. I cannot stand being in the same room with someone who is brushing their teeth. It gives me goosebumps all over. The bristles and the teeth… It’s just too much.
5. I hate it when my hands smell like food. Say I’m eating a taco, for example, and then my hands smell like greasy cheesy salsa-y mess. That is troublesome. It is especially upsetting if they still smell like said food after a few washings.
6. Loud chewers – Why? Why must you chew so loudly? Turn the volume down.
7. Technical support in another country that I cannot understand and end up more confused about my product and why it isn’t working than before I called. Enough said.
8. People that do not remove the “is” after their name in their Facebook status when it doesn’t fit in the sentence. For example: Jenna is Kennywood tomorrow. Jenna is not Kennywood.

This posting has made me think I should start a series on Top 5s or Top 10s. Yes, I think I will. I’m pretty sure everyone wants to know my Top 5 favorite everythings.

Cause that’s how I roll.

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Cause that’s how I roll.