"hi shooter Mcgavin. I am getting a facebook request from my own mother and I don't want her to see the things I've done. What should I do?
-Sarah"Ohhh Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...
Hell-LAAOOOOoooooo?! For starters, you should stop referring to people as Shooter McGavin over the internet. If you, as a Pause fan (obvs), understand the Pause demographic, then you of course know that Pause Designs fans consist of, if I may label them as such, Gen-Y-ers, whose parents were most likely in their early-to-mid-30s when Adam Sandler was in his SNL heyday, thus proving they were still at an understanding age in terms of humour when Sandler’s masterpiece Happy Gilmore rolled out highlighting one, Shooter McGavin. Congratulations. In what you thought was an innocently funny greeting, you gave your mom fuel to do the following: accuse you of hating old people; force you to take up golf because she now thinks you have an interest in it; get mad at you for wanting her to eat pieces of shit for breakfast.
It’s time to clean up your act. You have 2 options, the first of which is simply unusable because, let’s face it, she’s in your real life, and homie won’t play dat:
Option 1: Ignore her request. Ouch.
Option 2: Perform a full-profile clean-up, then add her and be the first to comment on her page.
So you’ve picked Option 2. Premium! Now follow these steps to achieve the optimal mother-daughter Facebook experience:
1. Delete the Facebook friends that are only your Facebook friends because you hung out with them in elementary and early high school but haven’t spoken to since the old slumber party days, or else you can definitely expect her to ask why you’re friends with them on Facebook but, “Weyyelll hyyow come you nyyever hyyave [insert name or list of names] over ayynymore?”
2. Delete all photos/photo albums that have pictures of you in questionable situations. This includes but is not limited to: photos of your boobs being grabbed; photos of you kissing another girl when you aren’t a lesbian; photos of the trashed hotel room you shared with multiple dudes you weren’t dating after you all threw up together in the bathtub, etc., etc.
3. Change your profile picture to one of you smiling. Be sure that this photograph doesn’t exploit any younger siblings, cousins, nephews, nieces, etc. Next, change your status to read something to the effect of: “is sooooo happy todayyyyy!! :)”
I can’t stress to you enough how critical your every Facebook move will be from the moment you click “Accept”. It will be quite clear, immediately, if you didn’t do enough to cushion the new e-friendship’s delicate state. We at Pause ourselves can’t deny that we’ve been Facebookily caught in the act by our own ‘rents. My dear mom misconstrued my sarcastic comment regarding tattoo-ridden ‘scenester’ girls cupping their naked breasts in photographs as one meaning I was about to tattoo myself. My poor co-blogger Chompsy recently had a Facebook run-in with her mother surrounding the fact that her profile picture was that of her in a rather personal, yet somehow un-vulnerable position sur une toilette (a photograph about which I, too, as Chompsy’s dear friend and confidant was e-lectured). Needless to say, you’ve come to the right place for advice.
Now in a deep British accent I implore you to take heed, dear Sarah: Thy paths hath been laid beforest thou. But which shall thou taketh? Bestowed upon you hath been my advice. Thy noble journey doth begin with the Pause hand on thy shoulder, the wise whisper of one to whom you turned for advice in the drum of thine ear, and the decision...that which decideth thy matron’s fate: acceptance or ignorance, extends towards thy future.
Hopeth this helpst,
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Mel DoradoHave a question? E-mail it to straightshootin@pausedesigns.com!