Ikr. My own son blocked me.
My kids friended me. I don’t have a smart phone so I don’t do Snapchat or Instagram. I do twitter just to follow Michelle Malkin, David Burge, Drudge and The North Korean news agency
Eagles perch at statue of Kim Il-Sung, on anniversary of Great Leader’s “Commentaries on Application of Juche to Thermodynamics”.
About 10 years ago, my kids asked me not to go on Facebook. “Dad, there comes a time when every parent asks to friend his kid to see what’s going on, and we don’t want to have to say ‘No’ to you.” I thought it was hilarious at the time.
As Facebook developed into the eternal log of all submitted personal information and activities, I became even more glad of the decision. My kids, who are pretty sensible, recognize this as well, and use it minimally now.