Bebo Dot Com
March 6, 2010
It started off innocently enough. I had heard of Bebo by name only but .. I don’t like to get caught up on all those new, trendy things. You know how I can be annoying like that. Look at me, without a facebook. I’m cool.
Here’s the thing. I’m not one of those “Girl Power!” “Embrace your singleness!” “Men suck!“ kind of girls. I’m just not. While I’m also not the girl shouting from the rooftops, “I’ve been dating since I was 15! I’m exhausted! Where is he?” kind of girls either. I pride myself in my public nonchalance at my singlehood, neither embracing it nor whining about it. I don’t rant and rave on Twitter every time I get a wedding invitation that says “Marlo and Guest.” This is simply where I am in life. If I drink 2 extra glasses of wine because of it while pondering my almost-thirty-ness (or if I don’t … I’m admitting to nothing), then it’s not something I’m going to rant publicly about. (Until now?)
Anyway, a friend of a friend of a friend recently invited me to be a friend on Bebo.com … and I figured What the heck? Let’s see what this Bebo has to offer a girl like me. Upon starting to fill out my profile … I am not sure if it was just because I hadn’t had my morning Coca-Cola yet or if it really, sincerely, actually annoys me that this is part of the profiling process … I mean, sure, I can overreact as well as anyone else can.
Here’s my problem, Bebo:
Bebo did what?
Really?
Again, I’m not sure why this rubbed me the wrong way. In fact, upon finishing writing about how much it annoyed me … I’m not even that annoyed anymore. Still, regardless, Bebo.com … you can suck it.
