Broken Hearted (and Confused) on Facebook

I joined MySpace a while ago and then let my little plot of virtual Space go fallow. I started on Facebook a while ago too. Same deal. Never finished. Last night, partly inspired by several actual friends who wanted me to be Facebook Friends, including my partner Ken, I signed up. And like a dutiful gal, I answered the questions I was asked. Single? Married? I checked "married." Then I viewed my profile, with the "Married" up there like some bizarre badge of heteronormative Fifties girldom . . . I did it! I landed my guy! Yuck. So I edited my profile and deleted married. Then I looked at my profile again. Now I have a broken heart next to my name and, if you view my profile, I seem to have married and divorced quicker than Britney Spears in Vegas, pre-post-Federline. Well, at that point, I didn't know how to be unspecified since I didn't really want to be known in virtual world as either married or heartbroken. So I pretended to ignore it all and, instead, went about signing up friends, starting with partner Ken. I looked at his entry. Guess what? He's heartbroken too! I'm sure for the same reason that I am since we share the same gender politics. Pretty funny. I could make some big theoretical issue here about binary choices and social definitions yada yada. Instead I'll just note that I also created a Facebook group for HASTAC. I'm not sure, but I believe HASTAC is heartbroken too. |*_*|

p.s. Ken just shouted out from his study that on Facebook I wrote that Ken and I "once lived together." Oh, gosh. I bet we lived with HASTAC too (that, alas, is too too too true).