Why I took a Facebook Hiatus

I left my job around awards season. Just a year before I was attending the Globes and the Oscars in designer gowns and posing for photos (which I, of course, posted) holding the coveted golden statues. This time, I was at home perusing Facebook, feeling sorry for myself. The virtual shame spiral continued.

Easter also made me feel inadequate. Every post featured a kid in their Sunday best complete with bonnet and basket. I have no children and my nephews and nieces live far away. So my husband and I spent the holiday doing laundry, going to Costco and sitting next to one another in silence while we each Facebooked. I’m sure it was just as special.

Spring Break was filled with bikini-swathed, beach-ready bodies in exotic locales, each picture more envy inducing than the next. Tropical cocktails adorned with fruity accouterment, sizzling sunsets, chic caftans…

I couldn’t take it anymore. With Mother’s Day looming and the threat of 300 or so of my “friends” boasting about breakfast in bed and their pride and joy, I logged off, for good.