If ever there were a sign that Facebook was growing up, this is it. Today I logged in and was told in no uncertain terms to "clean up my profile." I detected the silent subtext of "or else" with the hidden threat that I may not be allowed to enjoy a game of scrabulous if I didn't obey.
It's official. Facebook is my mom.
But as soon as Facebook turned its back, I sooo stuck my tongue out in protest.