FAUX Fabulous....Facebook?

Now, I am as addicted to Facebook as the next person. But, for the good of man, I have stepped outside of myself and made a fair assessment of the problem with this new social media device.

Facebook statuses are the devil.

Let's think about this.

Fight with boyfriend Facebook status: Stephanie is trying to figure out what she saw in you in the first place.
Work is getting on my nerves: Stephanie is scanning the classifieds.
Quotable happening on TV: Stephanie is doing like Diddy and preserving her sexy.
Pop media scandal: Stephanie believes that JayZ and Beyonce are married.

Like, are we serious?!

Once upon a time, there used to be a phenomenon called privacy. It was the notion that your business was not accessible to people who had nothing to do with it. The idea that your mother would never find that box of drunken photos stashed under your bed in that cracked floor board. The idea that your new boyfriend might not quickly turn into your old boyfriend due to one unassuming friend, a digital camera, and not-so-private privacy settings. And the comfort of walking down the street, not having to worry about random pictures of you show up on this gosh forsaking site.

But we go beyond that. We TELL people how we feel. The question, that ghosted text on the status bar, peer pressures you into telling the world "WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?"

AHHHHHHH!!!

We MUST stop this cycle! We must cease in succumbing to that question. PROTECT PRIVACY! Down with the status bar!! Who's with me?!

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Stephanie just posted a new entry to her blog. Sigh.

Hello World!

So, I have decided to start a blog. Not necessarily because you may want to read what I think or go through, but because I think what I say matters. See the difference? ;-)

My name is Stephanie and I am a 24-year old pseudo fabulous female hailing from that great Big Apple currently testing my own patience in Pittsburgh, PA. I graduated from the University of Pittsburgh in the Spring of 2006 and got a job in the University's Office of Public Affair that July. (I just couldn't live with my mother anymore, it was too much!) A year later, as I was on the brink of moving to DC to write for Sister2Sister magazine, I got an offer that was more directed to the field of public relations--Assistant to the Vice Chancellor for Public Affairs. I am NOT a secretary. I am his right hand person. I do media relations, event planning, community relations, copywriting, proofreading, editing...EVERYTHING. This is not your facebook kind of job, ya dig?

So, you may rightly wonder why I'm living the pseudo fabulous life. My life, from the outside looking in, would seem fabulous. I have a KILLER shoe collection, pretty nice apartment (a steal, by the way), the bomb.com family, an UBER FAB best friend/twin sister, super friends, great sorority sisters and frat brothers (Z-PHI!) and uncanny addiction to pop culture (let's give Neyo's new album a slow clap!) and an eye for fashion (have you seen the new Loubiton shaggy boots?!).

The only down side is that I hate it here in Pittsburgh. It's slow paced, downtown closes at 5, and, as far as my professional career, I've gone as far as I can go, unless I aspire to have my boss' job, which I don't. So, my current goal is to move to Chicago where my sister and boyfriend live and where I can be in a fast paced environment without my mother's nagging me to come home before 2 a.m. from a New Year's party(Hey, being Haitian-American is hard.).

So, here I am world, giving you a glimpse into my pseudo fab life. Hopefully, we'll get a post that says that I have scored a job and have made it to Chi city. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Please keep all extremities inside the vehicle until we come to a complete stop!

And, like the Vince Fontaine said (Grease! people! Work with me!) said, "throw your mittens around your kittens and away we go!"