A Little Grumble

OK, y'all.

If you're going to be on Facebook, please post a profile picture. A picture that resembles a head shot. Something that helps me recognize you when I'm scrolling through 300 public profiles of people with your name.

Don't put a picture of your entire wedding party. You are too small for me to see if it's you. Don't post a pic of your dog, your baby, a flower, your personal water craft or a button that says "Bacon is Meat Candy." I will not recognize your boobs, so don't do that, either.

If I'm searching for you on Facebook, I want to find you. Please don't make it so difficult.

It would also help if you could put just a little bit of information out in public, too. I'm nearly as privacy-conscious as the average person, and understand that you don't want too much out there, but Geez! Your home town...your profession...something.

Have you any idea how many Elizabeth Smiths there are? At least, if I know you are an Elizabeth Smith who is a lawyer, or who lives in Garland, TX, or went to Baylor, I'll know I'm on the right track.

I can't send messages to 672 Elizabeth Smiths, asking each if she is the one who graduated from Lanier High School in 1975.

If you are that paranoid, why sign up for Facebook in the first place?