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My girlfriend left my mother a Friendster testimonial:
who likes to paaaarty? *UHN!*
you like to paaaarty! *UHN UHN!*
Where to begin …
I think Isabelle has ensured that I won’t be hearing any “You’re not getting any younger” speeches from my mother.
And yes, my mother has a Friendster account. After signing up, she e-mailed to tell me that, had she been born two years earlier, the date would not have even been an option in the Friendster drop-down menu.
Then I thought about how it might affect me, as a 25-year-old man, if my request to be accepted as a friend had been rejected by my own mother. In simpler times that idea would not have even existed. Now, along with widening the digital divide in a decidedly ageist fashion, Friendster is creating new neuroses for which psychological evaluation has no real answer.
But at least I can blog!
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