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Facebook is an awful sort of place. In the, oh, seven or so years since I’ve used the website it has undertaken a massive transformation.   Joining the site after I first got my .edu address was a big deal to me, I could finally access the site that wasn’t Facebook.  During my time in college, it would morph into an open free-for-all, get a critically-acclaimed movie about its origin, and become the place where distant relative and the misinformed posted their e-mail forwards.

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