Alright, Facebook. I get it. I’m older than your damn target audience, but look, you’re supposed to be the GROWNUP’s mySpace, right? Without all the blinding blinky-blinky stuff? A step above, if you will. A touch of class, perhaps?

So it’s really not nice that you lulled me into a false sense of security before slapping me with how freaking old I am. Apparently, at my advanced age that could be quite dangerous.

Well, I happen to have been born at the very beginning of the 70s, and so while I do actually try to remember that I’m (supposed to be) a grownup, I generally don’t consider myself to have gotten all the way to the ‘wrinkly hag’ category just yet.

Sheesh.

(And yes, this is is me being hyperbolic on purpose. Mostly. But I’m practicing for when I’m really fully outraged about this whole aging thing.)