My husband calls it “Lamebook.” The husband of a friend of mine calls it “Bitchbook.” I’ve recently decided that, if anything, Facebook could be called “Hatebook.”
Hate groups are sprouting up on the site like dandelions, and it’s making me want to visit the site less and less. Several friends have left the site already; if not for a few benefits of the site, I would be packing my bags by now, too.
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