You've been tagged!

You know, tagging photos has always been around. You know what it used to be called? Writing names on the back of an actual fucking PICTURE! Pictures that would end up as part of a gigantic collection of embarrassing snapshots spilling out of a shoebox that's been in the back of your closet for 11 years. This level of control and autonomy is extinct. Cyberspace is the shoebox now. Somewhere, on somebody's electronic bulletin board, there's an image of you with a P.B.R. in your hand, with a haircut you're going to regret, doing something that's going to keep you from getting that teaching job you've been pining for. Or worse, maybe your parole officer is going to pay a visit to your facebook page, and see all the photos you've been tagged on, one of which is a shot of you beating up a crossing guard with a needle hanging out of your arm. SWALLOW THE KEY! It's all fun and games now, kids, click it up. But you'll regret it. (Whispering) You'll regret it...