Dudes. Last night, I checked out my facebook thingy. (Page? Site?) It was highly entertaining!
Sean was a facebook junkie, and has about I dunno how many "friends". He has recently cut back on facebooking, and removed some applications from his page, but some months back he set me up with a page, and posted some pictures of us and the boys. I did not take it on too much, as I have other ways of internetting! I have, like, 3 real friends on facebook. Actually, there are some "friends" on my page, who I don't recognise. How did they get there?
Anyway. Last night, I checked out my facebook (page?) (must be page. FaceBOOK. PAGE.) and looked at the photos of me, posted by other people. There are many. There are pictures of me in a skimpy carnival costume and massive HAT from last year's carnival getting on bad, pictures of me dressed as a gypsy for Halloween, and pictures of me wearing PINK fish-net stockings and a fake nose shaped like a penis.
Not one of these pictures says "Disclaimer: The above pictured chick had no idea her picture was being taken at the time, and anyway, she would like everyone to know that that person in the photo is an IMPERSONATOR! Nan does not wear skimpy costumes, glitter, gypsy uniforms, pink fishnet stockings OR fake noses that look like a penis!"
But seriously. If I applied for a job at, say, the bank. And they looked me up online. Would they find these pictures? Would they assume that I go about all the time in these wild costumes? Should I post a few pictures of myself in thoughtful poses, wearing a chanel suit, just in case?
Facebook? Is like "Your Unauthorized Biography: Scandal and Intrigue!" because nobody is going to post a picture of me, looking like a normal human. "Here is Nan, going to the studio. Notice mug of tea, handbag, sensible clothing." Nope, they will wait till I am half naked and drunk, or something.
Maybe I will stick to blogging, where I have ABSOLUTE control over my universe, and no-one can even COMMENT unless I say so!
This website was invented many years ago, when the author kept coming across interesting things in pockets whilst doing laundry. Like small, terrified reptiles. Blogging about raising children in the rainforest, moving them to the UK and watching them leave home one by one to have their own adventures has gradually been replaced by a return to grownup life for their mother, Nan Sheppard, who is an anthropologist, writer and public international law consultant.
Friday, 25 January 2008
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Ok I admit I looked only to discover that this was not the first time I looked at you and your husband's profiles as we have friends/acquaintences in common.
I think the penis glasses are quite becoming..hehe
And who the heck is that other witch woman posing with the gypsy..she looks strangely familiar...unfortunately..what a hag!!
Ha! That hag? Some old bat I picked up for the night... She makes a mean cheezy-thingy!
Ha! That hag? Some old bat I picked up for the night... She makes a mean cheezy-thingy!
Ha! That hag? Some old bat I picked up for the night... She makes a mean cheezy-thingy!
Oh how I WISH I could access Facebook without having to join! I would love to see these photos. But of course you won't post them here, that would ruin the point.
But Nan, i posted some other nice pics of you too at the wedding! Not all were drunk and scandalous, hehehehe.
You write very well.
Thank you!
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