I locked my Twitter account. The brew-ha-ha over first date twittersode had local high school (as in the one my kids attend) students following me by the droves. Not cool. So I locked my account, which is pathetic as I don’t even lock my home or car or, obviously, my mouth. I didn’t block my own kid; it’s the only way I can preach and know she’s listening. But yesterday, I
Mom Live Tweets Daughter’s First Date
Twitter, we have a problem. Apparently I’m finally popular in high school, except I’m um, some 30 years late. Here’s what went down: On Twitter, I unleash my inner mean 8th grade girl: I’m not proud of it. Okay, maybe a little bit proud. I heckle parents (anonymously) at Open House. I berate high school administrators (anonymously). I taunt power companies and local political leaders (not-so-anonymously). I give running commentary of parent