Desert Magnolia

I have two very hip, very modern kids who have each logged at least a million texts on their respective smart phones/iPhones. Seriously. You should see them go! They're poetry in motion, and I watch in awe as they generate copy at the speed of light. It's something to behold, I'll tell ya. I, however, am not a fast texter. In fact, I believe it's safe to say I am a slow, methodical, painful to watch if you're them, kind of texter. And it's not because I have big man hands - I don't. I have tiny hands for someone my size (5'8", athletic, strong looking), which are often the topic of conversation among friends. I don't know why everyone is so fascinated by how small my hands are, but clearly that's not the reason I seem to hit the wrong letters too often, and get super frustrated in the process. I've tried to flip my iPhone horizontally and get into some kind of rhythm with my thumbs, but the misspellings and plain weird shit that g...

Or the lack thereof, actually. Case in point? Facebook. As the Marketing Director for a high tech firm, my boss made me create a Facebook account for myself years ago. Which I did, because I get it. And then business pages became the norm, so we created pages for all of our brands, which is fine. And part of marketing in the modern era. I get that too. But this isn't about promoting your business in places your audience is likely to see you, this is about the personal stuff. This is about endless posts supporting or bashing a political party. Yes, I'm a Democrat. I also support Planned Parenthood - actively and loudly for being the incredibly supportive organization that they are. I don't believe guns are good for most people to own, and I believe our health care system was in crisis long before Obamacare. It's taken a long series of stupendously bad decisions to create the pickle barrel we're all in at the moment. (Which may explain my pursuit of a health ...