Facebook wants you to practice your penmanship and eat your vegetables.

Damn it, Facebook! You’re so cute and multi-faceted and I’m totally psyched that you’ve reunited me with random people I never knew I wanted to see again.  But you have this really annoying way of making me feel inferior.  Like, there’s the friend count and the billions of little applications I’ll never have time for and the fact that my college doesn’t have its own group.

 And then there’s the darling little bookshelf application I’m using.  I list books I’ve read and books I want to read and books I’m currently reading.  And I listed a book last week as something I’m currently reading.  And today, Facebook totally emailed me to tell me that I’ve been reading this book for a week and suggested that maybe I might want to finish it and add a new book to my shelf.

 Facebook, that was not cool!  Do you have a full-time job, Facebook?  How about a husband and friends and parents and writing classes and consulting projects and America’s Next Top Model???  Do you have those kinds of commitments, Facebook?  Because if not, you need to shut up and let me read Allure magazine instead of Marquez if I damn well feel like it.