I have to thank Mark Zuckerberg and the design team at Facebook for showing me that I was a bitchblogger and a rebel tweep long before I began blogging and WAAAYYYY before I understood a hashtag from a tic tac toe board. I am getting the new Facebook "timeline." This timeline thing, before it was thought out, apparently just showed up one day. Let's all remember that Facebook began as a secret collegiate club. I do believe some of the young'uns in my world deleted their FB accounts and started all over again. The collegiate uproar may have caused some changes in the way your "new timeline goes live."
I've been warned every day for the past week that on February 24th, my "timeline" will be public. In other words, delete the shit you don't want any prospective employers to see. I only began using Facebook to stalk my kids. I have nothing to delete. My problem with any future endeavors will be hiding my entire "internet footprint" as a bitchblogger if, for example, I should decide to run for public office or something. My wise cracks are "cached" all over the place and somehow, I think I lose lots of credibility when it can be readily found that I was seated on a couch within an arms length of those Jersey Shore boys. WHATever. I am who I am and I'll be who I'll be. And that is that.
The timeline, however..... as I was glancing through, and really.... do I need to really have to figure out how the hell to RELEARN Facebook come February 24th...... I went back to 2009 when I started the kid stalking thing. Low and behold, I discover an article I posted on my wall, a wall, a feed, a status update.... whatever.... wherever.....however..... It was from The Gothamist on December 18, 2009.
It humored me to read that New Yorkers were crowned The Unhappiest People In The Entire Country. And, if you lived in New Jersey, Connecticut, Michigan or Indiana, you were not far behind us miserable bastards in New York. On the other side of the coin, if you lived in Hawaii, Louisiana, Colorado, Florida or Tennessee, you were living large. Hawaii, got it. Tropical paradise. Louisiana..... hell, yesterday was Fat Tuesday and I should have been hanging from a balcony on Bourbon Street with beads or something. Aspen, if you love the cold weather that would be The Place. Miami? No explanation necessary and I have a photo of a GIANT mojito on my phone to prove that. Tennessee.... I did rather enjoy the nine hours I spent in Nashville but maybe that could be more about Elvis and Memphis?
Why does ANY of this matter? Well.... for starters, can someone tell me whose time, energy and most importantly MONEY is spent compiling the data necessary to come up with this list. Does anyone really care? Is is appropriate to jump to some sort of a mass conclusion. Who reviewed the data? How did they skew those statistics? The whole thing was very silly.
Until it wasn't. And this is where I apparently began to show my bitchblogger teeth. Who conducted this study? The CDC. You know, The Center for Disease Control. And at 7:33PM on December 18, I posed a very simple question...... reasonable, direct, to the point and foreshadowing this foot stomping, wise cracking, answer demanding bitchbloggy attitude......
Quite simply, I took my act on the Riddle Me This path and I asked my "friends" ....
AnneMarie Ciccarella Does anyone find it bizarre that this study was done by the Centers for Disease Control? THIS is what our tax dollars are being used for? How about studying, um, oh, I don't know... maybe a disease????