Jesus, having relatives on Facebook is a NIGHTMARE.
The first person to get one was my mom. I denied her request about fifty times, because at the time I was eighteen, Facebook JUST became public, and I basically posted about getting drunk and doing fun things all the time on my status. This was way before I even had professors or even a lot of friends. When I denied her request, she would call me every day and ask me why I denied her request and then complain that I didn't love her because I was embarrassed to be her friend when in reality I just didn't want to deal with her bullshit.
So I accepted her.
There's probably a bajillion pictures of "me" that are actually cats online. Every time I use any language in a status message I get bitched at. It just got worse as my grandparents got a computer and a facebook. My dad and uncle have a facebook, but they are cool, even though no one in my family has similar political views. I just post my shit, they bitch about it, we move on with our lives. But if I use "damn" then my mom has the first comment about how I should take the status down and then she just bitches at me over the phone for hours until I do it.
Treating me like I'm 12: NOW AVAILABLE ONLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like my freedom of speech is constricted now because I have so many "rules" to post by so that way I don't piss someone off and have to hear them bitch and complain over the phone for three hours about how I'm "irresponsible;" about how some things "shouldn't be posted."
So I just don't use Facebook anymore other than updating if the Packers won or not, or to send a message to a friend or something every once in a while. All the joy has been sucked out of it.