Kate, author of Arguing with a Doughnut, presents A Journey of Your Parents Joining Facebook.

Many of you probably have parental units on Facebook at this point. It happened, there’s no turning back. Let’s go on a journey, friend.

First, you get the request. There it is. Staring at you. If she managed to upload a photo, it’s a picture of your mom, smiling, at YOU. If she didn’t, it’s that pathetic cut-out silhouette. Either way, you can’t NOT be their friend. You can’t. It’s your MOM. You don’t want this to happen:

So you cave. And suddenly you realize you’ve got all those PHOTOS from undergrad.

Before you know it, your mom has discovered the photos too. Then your dad.

And no matter how much you tell them it was years ago, you get the feeling that you’re just worth less to them.

Then they start posting the pictures. Not the cute ones either, the ones where you’re twelve and awkward and trying to forget the “bangs” that you thought were cute.

All your friends think it’s “hilarious”, your mom thinks it’s “sweet”, and your dad “likes” it.

After that comes the day you realize you can’t post “GETTIN’ MAH DRINK OOOOOOON” and all the cursing your friends do on your wall has to be deleted and that reference to all the hot tail you got last night? Forget it.

Then it happens.

The worst of all possible things.

You meet someone.

You like this person, you really like this person, so you figure it’s time to become friends.

And then your mother friends this guy or girl. And then your father.

Game over. Admit defeat. Your Facebook profile has become nothing more than a way to (accidentally or deliberately) feed information about your life to your parents, who are endlessly curious about what “butterface” means.
Kate is the author of Arguing with a Doughnut, a blog that prides itself on being really silly. Please do swing by and check it out for all-original content!