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  • Facebook Rants and the Woman with No Pants

    When you say things like, “I don’t understand Facebook,” you risk sounding ancient, un-hip, dumb — none of which looks good on a resume.

    That said, I don’t understand Facebook.
     

    I signed up – well, ok, my daughter signed me up – for the same reason I do a lot of things, because someone told me I should.
     

    I should point out that this rule of thumb has not always worked well for me in the past. Once I shopped at a boutique because someone told me I should, ended up spending $1,300 and getting sued for defamation. I would explain, but not sure I want to go down that road again.