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I'm leaving Facebook to save myself from the anguish of the 'tis the season shopping excursions and elaborate events that go hand-in-hand with the holidays.

My Facebook feed was flooded with pictures of sh*t this morning. Literally. Am I the only one who doesn’t want to see poop or pus on my social media?

You know that annoying friend who loves to vaguebook about the woes in her life or is always complaining on social media about how her kids are destroying her home and mental health? Super annoying, right? Well, that was me — every damn day, for years.

Every day, thousands of women around the world are joining secret Facebook groups where they crowdsource their questions about careers, sex, money and everything in between.

Like many progressives, the early days of Trump's presidency have left me angry, exhausted, and fighting with strangers on Facebook.

When something ridiculous happens (frequency: every goddamn day), where will you...go? What will you...do?

You mention wanting to feast on a sweet stack of pancakes for Sunday brunch and the next time you open Instagram, there’s an IHOP ad star

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