Oh no, FB just told the universe I'm a dithering opinionated bitchy Canadian that has radical ideas about the weirdest things......
Oh come on, Big Brother doesn't scare me in the slightest.
You know what scares me..... me.
So what FB realizes I need panties, and have a fondness for Tamiya models, and likely would enjoy watching Harper drown in the North Atlantic.
I don't care that FB is watching. I put a sticker on my web cam for a reason though eh

Hey when I'm looking at certain things, I don't want to be accidentally sharing the experience

The best way to deal with secrets is to have none. The best way to ensure you have no problems with your life, is to not include anyone into it that will make any of your life a problem for you.
And yes, if that means telling someone in the family to *&^%# off, or it requires you tell a boss to cram his job somewhere painful, then it comes down to who is more important, you, or the lousy job eh. I'd rather be penniless and on the street and ME and happy to be ME, than hide it away out of fear of losing a rotten ->-bleeped-<- of a fake friend that you simply were not yet aware was one, or maintaining a career and miserable even if the mortgage payments were being met.
You know what bothers me on FB the most? My friend Sierra

Damn she's always taking pictures of herself. She has great hair. In another life, I might have liked to have her as my girlfriend. She's a bit young though, still in her 30s. But she tolerates my oft anti religious comments likely because she knows I can't help it much, and she knows I like her all the same, even if she is a nice Christian gal.
If the information age is causing you too much trouble, do the obvious, get rid of the connection. Hey I have never had a cell phone, so I am able to say you can live without one. I could get buy getting an online fix at a cyber cafe, but I like Netflix, so I have internet.
I don't need to be on FB, but I like being on FB because I have not surrendered being me for the sake of some desperately maintained secrecy.
Anyone that isn't interested in knowing Lesley Roberta, well come on, you can't be surprised when I say, tough, not interested in knowing you either then

I'm a bitchy Canadian woman in her 50s who is worried extra female hormones might turn her into an even worse example of emotional wench, but I'm not afraid to let everyone know it's me in here. Yeah I likely look better than a lot of women's husbands out there, not overly happy about that. I'm working on it. I'd rather be making your husband's horny looking at my ass given a chance. Not that I want them though

I just want their attention heheheeh.
I am not even remotely worried who wants to get this information. What? I am not going to be upset if someone puts me on a mailing list for feminine products eh. I have resolved, that the next time someone phones and asks for the mrs, I plan to ask 'which one?'. If I get mail addressed to mrs Lesley, I plan to chuckle and not see it as a typo

Anyone that would think they can turn my being TG against me, better realize, I am going to be essentially laughing back at them and pitying them for their puny little intellect and their primitive little mind.
Bring it on FB, tell the whole fricking world about me. Save me some typing for once