It's got a rare honesty to it - it's about the author's mother, who in days gone by new EXACTLY how to "unfriend" people.
I'm not suggesting that you or I employ these methods, but it's worth your time to chuckle with me about how SHE did it.
"I realized the other day that I had been quietly unfriended on Facebook and I could not help but think how much better things were 50 years ago, when a relationship went south and you knew why.
Let me give you an example of how the people in my family unfriended someone when I was growing up in the Catskills: It is summer and my favorite city cousin, whom we shall call Ravishing Rachel because of the delicacy of the situation, is in the mountains with a boyfriend.My mother gets a call that one of her brothers, Rachel’s father, has had a fatal heart attack. She is naturally distraught and, after calling a few motels, finally tracks down her niece and breaks it to her.
“Ravishing, you tramp!” I hear her holler. “Your father is dead and you killed him.”
See how much better that was than Facebook? No confusion, no wondering why or when it happened."
PS: None of this civilized stuff... because it's far too easy.