Facebook Rules

In the era of social networking, have you ever thought about how your chosen networking site gives away your age? If you have a Bebo account, then you must be a teenager. If you use Facebook to inform your friends of your mood, activities and photos then you are almost definitely in the 17 - 30 age range. Finally, if you still keep up your Friends Reunited profile, then move-over and accept that middle age is fast approaching, if not already a reality.

The boom of social networking over recent months and years is continuing, and today, life in London for a 20-something revolves around Facebook more than it ever has. My friends don't email any more, they post on my wall. They don't look at the expression on my face, they just check my status. They don't send me a birthday card, they just send me a 'gift' online.

For all its sins, social networking offers wonderful entertainment opportunities for the nosy amongst us. How many of you can admit to not checking out the profile of an old friend.... a colleague.... an ex?


Despite this, I think it's time that people stopped networking online and remembered how to conduct a conversation face-to face. Goodness knows what will happen next.... anonymous blogs? What a disgrace.

I'm back

Yuppie Girl is back. Two years on from my last blog, a lot has happened. I'm now fully qualified in my chosen profession and living with my very own Yuppie Boy! I should call him a man really, but given that I've labelled myself Yuppie Girl I'm going to stick with Boy for consistency.

After briefly venturing into the world of co-habitation with two other people (far too cramped), we decided to branch out into our own one bedroom flat (rental of course - the credit crunch affects yuppies too). The joy of leaving the world of flat-sharing cannot be described! I have quite happily given up what began in university halls eight years ago and was so much fun for so many years. How on earth did I tolerate the mess, noise and bad habits of others for so many years?!

Some of my 'favourite' (I use this term loosely) memories of my co-habitation years would have to be:

- Having to label all food items with my initials at university (and this often not stopping the hungry boys from helping themselves);

- Learning to sleep through the 2am fire alarm bells as my co-habitees felt the need to test the alarm after returning from a night out;

- My wonderful Aussie flatmate whose friend was supposed to stay on the lounge floor for three days and asked to stay for six weeks.. we kicked him out after one!

- Learning to live with grime and dust because on principal, I'm not cleaning up other people's mess!

Bitter? Intolerant? Me? Never. Either way, I've now closed the door on the world of sharing and fully embraced my new living arrangements. Having more disposable income than when I first ventured into the Big City, flat hunting was decidedly more exciting this time around. It took three viewings, not thirty, to find our new abode, and rather disappointingly it also involved a bidding war with Yuppie Couple number two.

So, I now live with my other half and no longer have exams to moan about, but much has remained the same. I'm still in the same job, the same neighbourhood, and the same position - yuppie-dom.