What is the lure of Facebook, Billy? People spend hours every day staring glazedly at computer and phone screens. And for what? To see if someone 'likes' your status? To find out what all of your acquaintances are up to without actually having to communicate with them? I feel like most of Facebook's groupies are just auctioning themselves to the rest of the world. Sexually and metaphorically speaking. And when they're not working on their repertoire and self-auction, they're checking to see what other cattle have been brought to the slaughter. It's disgusting. It's the newest form of pornography; soft enough that no one would ever question it's morals, yet startlingly addicting--keeping its ill-fated victims prey to its sticky, all-encompassing web. I hate it. And yet, I owe it. So I, too, am prey. Just another cattle to slaughter.

But I feel like I've managed to escape the appalling sex-fest side of Facebook and use it only to keep in contact with those I would otherwise cease to speak with. So why can't they? What does Facebook have that I don't? I'd just like to know, Billy. I'd just like to know...