Delere de facebook amicus…

In the Roman Empire…

The senate employed practice called Damnatio Memoriae in which condemned rebels, traitors, and villains were erased permanently from all historical records never to be mentioned again.

In the 21st century we have something like that…

It’s called “deleting someone from Facebook”

There’s something purifying about deleting a friend who has fallen out of favor from Facebook. It has arguably become one of the most poignant social snubs of our time. Not only does the victim accidentally stumble across the rebuff several days later, but is forced to think “wait, what the fuck?! Is this an accident or…” and contemplate the action for hours.

The snubber says, “Ya, that’s right. I saw your picture, took the time to actually navigate those complicated privacy setting buttons, found your picture and I deleted you, bitch. We are NOT friends”.

I’ll admit it, I deleted an x from Facebook a couple of months ago….

It was one of those damn compulsions where I just couldn’t stop going on his page and looking at his pictures and checking out the bitches who wrote on his wall. (Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, we’ve all been there). It was ridiculous, finally I just had to delete him. And with that cybermorphic connection severed, I could moved forward. Damnatio memoriae.

And then a couple of days ago it happened to me. I was wasting time perusing Facebook profiles when I noticed an old acquaintance and I were no longer friends. The reason? It really doesn’t matter, baggage from a long long time ago that really should never have been. But the tension was still there.

So what to do? Damnatio memoriae. And somehow we are purified.

I explained the social custom to my mother, who thought it was ridiculous. I had to explain that before our eyes, the nature of human interaction is changing. It is already perfectly acceptable to have an entire relationship without a single bit of human interaction. One day we’re going to tell our grandkids: (grandma voice) “In my day, if you liked a boy you added him on Facebook, then you texted each other for a few days, and finally during the weekend you saw each other…What you kids do today makes no sense.”

So what did I do about that friend? I added her back. An expression of regret, of remorse, and of defense without a single word. And if the x were to add me back? I would be 5 steps backwards from where I started.

Un groupe de garçons.

I am astounded by the dynamics of male friends.

I’ve mentioned before that I prefer the company of boys. There is something so right about un group de garcons.

I have no idea why….Boys in a group are extremely boring. All they do are crack dumb jokes, make fun of one other, then smoke marijuana, play video games in complete silence, finally grab some food and begin again.

And yet I cannot get enough. I’d pick a group of nice boys over a group of chicks any day.

Is it possible for a straight girl to spend a life without boys? I mean, girlfriends spend 80 – 85 % of their time talking about boys : old boyfriends, past heartbreaks, cute new boys, potentials, and (above all) the lack of a man in one’s life. When she does eventually find a man, a girlfriend disappears completely into abyss. She is no longer herself, she becomes a “we”…

Oh, we’re going to spend the night in…We’re kind of tired….We had a long day…Have fun though!

Boys will not do this. I once had a boyfriend who’d flee my arms immediately if his “bros” invited him for a session of pot and video games… (wtf?)

Well, you know what, I can do this too. I will from flee the arms of my man for girl talk, cigarettes, and dancing, you’ll see !………

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Men and Women Just Can’t Be Friends, says Steve Harvey

Comedian turned morning radio talk show host turned self-help guru says “men and women just can’t be friends” to CNN‘s Frederica Whitfiel while promoting his new book Straight Talk, No Chaser. I’m not really a big fan of the loud-mouthed, wise cracking Steve Harvey. But he brings up an interesting point.

“You’re an attractive woman…We remain your friends in hopes that one day there’ll be a crack in the door, a chink in the armor… trust and believe that guy that you think is just your buddy — he will slide in that crack the moment he gets the opportunity because we’re guys.”

Hmmm…..

I must admit, I do agree with Mr. Harvey. I remember I asked an old boyfriend if we could ever be friends and he laughed, “NO, absolutely not. I can’t be friends with girls. Especially if they’re hot.”

Do I think that all men and women cannot be friends? No, absolutely not. Some of my best friends are boys and they’re like brothers. BUT it took years of friendship to get to that point. So don’t be naive. If you’ve made a new guy friend…

…he’s probably waiting for the “go” to kiss you.

Being a girl is so much fun.

Amis Sexy.

The profound feelings that come with genuine friendship are inevitable….

…and we have societal guidelines to govern what should happen when a relationship crosses the threshold to a deeper plane. Girls become more affectionate and may think of each other as sisters. Guys use bro-mance as an excuse to write each other sarcastic erotic poetry. Later they confess their sincere affections over too many beers. French mecs even kiss each other…….(no joke, I see it all the time at the club).

But the rules are different when it comes to a man and a woman.

I used to innocently call it being romantically platonic – meaning there were amorous sentiments that complimented our otherwise platonic relationship. That didn’t work — and of course ended up becoming romantic. Then ended in a disaster.

And when the sentiments surfaced in another instance, I daringly gave it the title sexy friends – which…ended in an even more terrible disaster.

And so, now that those inevitable feelings that accompany a genuine friendship have surfaced and I am at a loss of what to do. To express the attraction would risk the friendship and may end in more loss than gain. But keeping them veiled undoubtably results in the loss of that something that could be fantastic.

…and to disguise the attraction with a sexy title would inevitably end in another terrible disaster.

….I probably should just do nothing.