Jesus Goes off on Facebook for Excluding Birthday from Year in Review
I was about to jump straight into my rant, but then I asked myself WWJD, and I replied that it’s always best practice to give positive feedback first.
So on that note, I have to say that I love, love, LOVE the Facebook Year in Review. It’s so great to be able to reflect on the past year, check out what my homies have been up to (“homies” is still cool, right?), and see which of my pics received the most likes. (You may or may not believe this, but my walking on water pic didn’t even make the cut; however, ALL of my water-into-wine pics did. I guess that’s what you get when you befriend a ton of degenerates.)
And when I’m feeling a little nostalgic, I’ll pull out all my old Years in Review from the waybacks of the internet. I’ll laugh, and I’ll cry. But mostly I’ll high five the Man Upstairs (I mean, to the left of me) for creating a world in which I am able to reflect non-stop on the most photogenic and socially validated experiences of my life. My mom never did keep a baby book (she wasn’t exactly expecting to have to make one, you know?), and these are all I’ve got. So I thank you for that.
But seriously, guys. W.T.F.?!
I know you like to get the Year in Review party started in mid-December, but do you have to leave off my birthday EVERY, SINGLE YEAR??? I just pulled out my Year in Review from 0000(ish), and THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE PICTURE OF MY BIRTH (scroll down and see for yourself). It’s all just selfies of my mom’s baby bump and pics of her and my dad before I was born. (Joseph, just so we’re clear… not God. He’s super camera shy.)
I know I’m going to come off sounding a little conceited, but my birth was kind of a big deal. I mean, my autobiography is pretty much the number one selling book OF ALL TIME. People literally wage wars in my name. People win Super Bowls in my name. People get away with saying the most unbelievably hateful shit… as long as it’s done in my name. (This kind of power is both blessing and a curse.)
And year after year it looks like I’ve never had a single birthday, let alone a birthday party. That I just spent each December 25 curled up in a corner honing my magic skillz. But people LOVED me! I was really popular, I promise! Did I mention I turned water into wine? At a wedding, no less!
Zuckerberg, I can’t help but think that you’re behind this. Hey, I get it. I say potato, you say latke. I say congratulations, you say mazel tov. I say I’m the Messiah, you say no, I’m not. But do you really have to pretend that I was never even born? That’s just hurtful, man.
All I ask is that you do me a solid and hold off on the Year in Review until the entire year is complete. You never quite know when someone’s going to get married… or have front row tickets to a Taylor Swift concert… or eat at a really popular new restaurant… or birth the Messiah. It just might happen those last two weeks of December.
Many thanks to Facebook, Google image search and these other fine websites for letting me borrow your images for the purpose of personal entertainment: here, here, here, and here.
*Originally published on mommyhasapottymouth.tumblr.com, a mouthful that is my former blog.
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