Facebook is a therapy session. At a bar.
Blogs are so we don’t annoy our spouses with our ramblings.
I’ve still not figured out the use of things like tumblr or Pinterest, but I image they’re like decorating the inside of your high school locker.
In fact, it’s all like decorating a locker. Pictures and little bits of poetry and aspirational sayings and cartoons.
We know it’s not us. But it’s something like us. And that feels a bit better than nothing.
