Word: facebooked
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...have not read "B@L," the allure of the anonymous, online chat room is its unabashed voyeurism: the graphic sexual fantasies and the inexplicable descriptions of people whom writers "know" from the dining hall, section, or, most likely, Facebook. Recently, boredatlamont engaged my curiosity because my name has been mentioned on its pages repeatedly. But I would have lost interest quickly had the comments simply ranged from the flattering ("Andrew Fine is my McDreamy") to the hurtful ("Andrew Fine is fugly...
...chest when he gets excited. Please advise!—Good Walls Make Good Neighbors What kind of person doesn’t have a wall? Here’s what you do: buy him a drink, find out his childhood pet’s name (undoubtedly his facebook password), log on to his account, and create one for him.Problem Solved!SaraDear Sara,I sent you an email earlier in the week and you mocked my alliteration. That hurt. How can I recover from this blow to my self-esteem?—Whining Whistfully in Winthrop Whining...
Despite not having an account herself, Cep has inspired two Facebook fangroups—“I Got a Lap Dance From Casey Cep” and “The Casey Nicole Cep Fan Club”—a testament to the fact that, even before she embarks on a literary career, she has left an imprint on Harvard College...
...moves more often than people in any other industrialized country - more than 40 million of us pick up and move on every year. So how many jobs will we hold, how many places will we live, how many friends will we make and lose, or never lose because the Facebook generation will follow one another through all their travels and troubles and triumphs? Lizzie was married for half a century; but she was widowed for half a century as well. What will become of the notion of soulmate for life, when life leaves room for two, three, four marriages, each...
...have also spent considerable time using my new webcam to take photos of myself in various “jockish” poses. Sure, if you visit my facebook page, you’ll notice that half of my pictures are of me in drag (be sure to see Hasty Pudding this year, it’s faaaabulous!), but this doesn’t mean I haven’t taken a few shots of myself humorlessly glaring at the camera, awkwardly forming my lips into some sort of porno-star sneer in a disturbing attempt at whatever I think...