Victoria Worcester, Reporter
@vworc_courant
Around the age of 12, you make a Facebook page, and start to feel like a responsible adult. You just can’t wait to post statuses updating your friends on what you’re doing or post pictures of photo booth filters with you and your friends. You enjoy all this freedom until-BAM, Mom finds out you have a facebook and immediately demands for you to friend her. She also requires your username and password, anytime she disagrees with something you post; she’s allowed to delete it. Maybe that’s just me…
Moms do NOT have this right to invade our privacy. I could complain for hours about my mother on facebook. She is the absolute worst. As the years go on, she always tries to low-key read my messages. I have changed my password maybe 47 times ever since I got a Facebook as a 7th grader. To be honest, I’m starting to lose my memory. She checks my page every day to see if I have her blocked, it’s like she has a sixth sense. Facebook has even banned me from blocking her since it’s been so many times.
Besides invading my privacy on my personal account, my mother’s posts are straight up embarrassing. This woman could scroll and post pictures on this site for hours…first I see her post baby pictures of me when I was quite a chubby baby. It’s me dressed in a pumpkin costume while crying. Then I see her posting a picture of my brother, grandma, and I all wearing stripes and hashtagging it #WorcesterStripes. Untag!
My mother’s cheesiness on the social media platform is atrocious. She has a hashtag on every photo…wrong social media site mom, that’s twitter. Her social media knowledge is so outdated she calls it “twatting.” Or how about when she comments on my photos, “It’s cold out, wear your jacket!!! You’re so beautiful.” Is that really necessary mom? The worst is when she makes a picstitch collage of how her night went… WHY must you post those?
My mom is a great woman, but she has gotta tone down the social media spectrum. She does rack up those likes, but if you want to post something, Mom, don’t have anything about me. Thank God my dad isn’t active on Facebook.
