Like OMG!

I can’t tell if this is actually satire – in which case it’s brilliant. Or a really sad indictment of our times – in which case it is also brilliant…

My mother emailed me last week to tell me she had joined Facebook. We don’t chat on the phone; we email. Soon I expect she will want to poke me, write on my wall and, worse still, tag me in photographs of my wedding last May. Well, not if I can help it, mama. I love you too much to expose you to my online self.

You see, she doesn’t yet know that I, her 24-year-old daughter, am about to divorce. She can’t see my Facebook status, so why would she?

Mummy, how do I tell you I’m a Facebook divorcee? That the son-in-law you try so hard to like cheated on your only daughter using the social networking site you so adore? That your daughter learnt of her imminent divorce via Google Mail’s free chatting facility, Gchat?

Look – read the article yourself, but given the throw away line about getting the husband to “move back to his home country” and that they’d only been married 6 months I wonder if she might have not been a wife as much as visa…

But like I’ve said before and will no doubt say again…

I couldn’t make this stuff up.