Showing posts with label pet peeves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pet peeves. Show all posts

Monday, March 1, 2010

Peeving


I have a pet peeve. It's not even a FAIR pet peeve, it just IS.

Facebook allows a certain number of individuals to be a friend. Makes sense because I'm not sure how many people can actually claim that they have more than 2500 friends that they know on a personal and tight basis. I'm not one. I just don't share that much info with people. Sorry.

To off-set this inconvenience to the business person who is using FB to network, they create new pages for "fans". Now, this isn't so annoying in itself. What DOES annoy the snot out of me is the Name Specific Fan Page and the note sent out to everyone in your address book.

What do I mean? The hundreds upon hundreds of emails I get are added to by one writer or professional after another recommending that I become their fan. Seriously? I'm not much of a fan-girl type. There are people I am absolute fans of because they are spectacular. But I hate... no, let me rephrase that... I HATE it when I get an email from John Doe (whom I don't know and don't even remember what he does) telling me that as my "friend" he highly recommends that I become his fan.

*Gag*

Do you really need to hit up strangers for your obviously over-indulged ego? Really? Because I've never heard of you, Johnny, and I certainly don't know your work. So why the f*ck would I become your fan? Just a question. An honest one, I think? Who are you that I should stop everything, thank the gods that you invited little ol' me to join the fold of your many, many followers. Oh, thank you! Thank you, kind, kind Johnny Doe!!! I've been just waiting for the opportunity to be recognized as YOUR. BIGGEST. FAN!!!!! Thank you, for asking me-the peon existence beneath thy feet-to lay prostrate upon your greatness! A debt of gratitude! NAY! My first born (when I have one) given to thee as an offering for thy generosity. Oh, Great, Johnny, would that I deserve such recognition. Please, please, PLEASE allow me to bestow upon you the accolades your merest glance commands!

*gargle gag*

Whatever. I have to do important stuff.

Like, pee.