I’m sure I’m not the only one who is over Facebook, excuse me–Meta. At the risk of sounding full of myself – technically, I weaned off the old platform a few years ago. Never mind the ghost account I left up to appease irrelevant future employers. And the Instagram account I left intact in the name of staying connected through the age of COVID… okay, you’re right… I’m just as tethered to it’s the rest of you shmucks. What can I say? It takes a shmuck to know a shmuck. COVID isolation aside, there is something nice about being able to pop open an app, doll up an image, and pour your soul into a black hole, convincing yourself that you truly have stumbled upon the fountain of youth; you are, in fact, woke and everyone will benefit from your allusive lines weaving fall, love-and-be-loved, coffee, a boss lady with some coy, slightly arrogant, yet self-defacing phrase about just figuring it out as you go and, oops I woke up this way. While you excuse all responsibility of any possible offense that may or may not be taken with the standard ‘haters gonna hate’ and here—have this photoshopped image of … Read more…