disapproving.

Hey, so apparently...

When you're 22, all of your facebook friends (and I mean ALL of them) get engaged and post 800 pictures of the proposal and the minute-by-minute replay of how it happened.

When you're 23, they all post every excruiatingly minute detail about their wedding planning on facebook.

When you're 24, every single time you open your facebook account, you see that everyone has changed their profile picture to a photo of their baby and everyone comments in squeals about how adorable (s)he is.

From then on, the only status updates you will ever see involve at least one of the following: (1) the cute things kid A said, (2) how wonderful and/or tiring it is to be a mommy, (3) which offspring has the flu, (4) how much fun it is to cook for a husband.

Women change their names. Ashley Brooks is now Ashley Somebody-Else. Status updates are no longer about your own thoughts or feelings but about a toddler that poops his pants.

Honeymoon photo albums get oohed and ahhed over for weeks, because a vacation is all of a sudden much more romantic/adventurous/exciting with a piece of jewelry on your finger....?

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