When my mom told me she was finally going to join Facebook, I did what any good son would do: I told her if she tried to add me I'd decline her request and pretend it never happened. Two years later, she ultimately punked me into adding her, but she only got limited profile action and couldn't tag me in any embarrassing photos. If you're mad about that photo of you using the potty for the first time appearing on your profile page, that's your bad. You knew the risks and didn't prepare—so you've got to let your mom have Facebook and pray MySpace really does make a comeback.
5. Your Mom Keeps Tagging You In Embarassing Photos