Listen up, Twitter kids! Don't do this and act like an idiot ....

Social media is a funny thing. Everything is all out there. And if you put it out there, I think you should be prepared to be put on the spot for stupid things you say. Especially if you’re stupid enough to not have a privacy setting and then get mad when a complete stranger calls you out, or makes you look stupid for a mistake that you could have easily avoided.

What’s even worse is when kids do it. Kids who think they’re grown ups.

This past Saturday, Chicago had it’s annual St. Patrick’s Day parades, city wide parties and the infamous dyeing of the Chicago River. When I came back home from witnessing the dyeing in person, I came on twitter and saw that this event was a trending topic. I wanted to see what people were saying and stumbled upon this little gem:

"That pic of the Chicago River died green for St. Patty's day jus really made me miss my city"

And being me, I obviously had to be a smart ass and respond:

We don't kill the river, we dye it. So it's not dead. It never 'died'."

And a few hours later, after going threw a slew of other replies I found this: 

"get out my mentions please and thank you"

I'm a big proponent that if someone does not want people to see what they are doing on the internet, they should have their profiles private. I put alot of my personal stuff on Facebook, and if you're just trying to find me, it will be a little difficult, unless you're friends with one of my friends because I left that open. Otherwise, you can't find me. I feel the same way about any social media outlet. In fact, Twitter is the only one I have PUBLIC and with my last name, mostly because I follow my sorority, and if they I want them to read my Tweets that talk about the organization, they can't read/respond if it is private. 

So I gave @littlemiss_Jaz this piece of advice: 

"Maybe you should have private tweets then."

And maybe quite possibly also make her entire Twitter page private. Considering she doesn't like strangers showing up in her @Mentions. As of March 15, 2011, @littlemiss_Jaz still had a public profile. I hope she realizes that the internet is a cold place that doesn't really care if she doesn't want me in her @Mentions. I blocked out her name in the screenshots, but I mean, if you really wanted to, you can see her full name if you find her on Twitter. But I'm nice, so I won't be mean so I blocked it out. 

I might as well have a spamgasm about this post on my Twitter and mention her. Just for funsies. 

First snowman

Over night, there was a snow storm that officially marked the first snow fall this season. I'm very excited. I love snow. Not only because I get to wear Uggs with skirts and tights/leggings, but because I can build snowmen in the front yard of my dad's house.


So, okay, I know what you're thinking.... why not just build one in my yard. I don't have a yard. I live in the 'hood... like serious greystone jungle. Apartment building on top of apartment building, with barely a gangway.

The fact that I can build a snowman in my dad's yard has been making me happy for a while. The first time I ever built a snow man was when I was like 5 or 6. My brother and I were spending the weekend at my dad's as per court order... but my dad was at work. So that we wouldn't be bored, my grandmother bundled us up with scarves and mittens, sweaters upon sweaters and big puffy jackets. Off we went to the front yard.

We built the most perfect snowman. It was an accomplishment for all of us. My grandmother never had to build a snowman (there's not snow in Mexico), my brother was sheltered and wasn't allowed out as much, and well, it was my first snowman. He was perfect. He was tall. He had a hat, a scarf, twiggy arms and he stood proud in front of our steps. I wanted to stay outside with him. But my grandma wouldn't let me.

So we left our snowman outside, alone.

After we warmed up, my grandma let us go outside to see our snowman.

When we went outside, our snowman was dead. Some asshole kid decided it would be fun to walk up and down Melrose Street and murder snowmen with a shovel. I've always hated that kid. He killed my first snowman.

He made one mistake, he came back to the scene of the crime and laughed at the two crying kids. My grandmother, with her limited English, told the kid off. Told him, in short, that he was an asshole and that if he were her grandson she'd hit him.

After that, we started making snowmen in the back yard. It wasn't as fun. No one would be able to see them.

It wasn't until we got a fence that we could start building snowmen in the font yard again. And believe me, as soon as I get a chance, I'm building my snowman.


Fences. Saving snowmen forever.