Momnesia

And so it begins...

The daughter of a friend has asked her Facebook friends to poke me continually. Of course, you know this means war.

Sons and daughters of Augusta, I am Stacey Kathleen McGowen-Hudson. I've heard that I am to old to be cool - that if I were cool, I'd invent something "2.0" or write novels about supernatural wusses. But I see a whole army of Gen Xers here in defense of the tyranny of tweens.

You have come to social media as free users, and free users you are. What would you do without social media dominance? Will you strike a blow for generational superiority? We are not the generation that brought you brooding vampires and Justin Bieber. We are the generation that brought you Cameron Crowe and Richard Linklater's cacophony of suburban romantics/malcontents, and Pearl Jam and Nirvana! (We're going to ignore that little Spice Girls hiccup)

"Poke?" you may ask. "Against the tween mob with all day to troll Facebook? No, we will defriend; and we will live to post status updates another day."

Aye, poke and you may get flamed. Run and you'll continue to update your status -- at least a while. And tweeting in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the posts from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our tweenemies that they may take over our pop culture with corporate music and asexual monsters, but they'll never take our tweetdom?!

So poke them. Poke them all!

• https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1586175349
• https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001734013824
• http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1330288065&ref=ts
• https://www.facebook.com/Madalyn.Carlson