Females are fascinating creatures. As a male, I naturally want to “date” them, and like all males, we are bemused by some of their odd behaviour, like being worried how good they look, thinking they’re fat when there’s clearly more bone than flab on them, and flipping out for no good reason (men just assume it’s their
You log into your Facebook account to find yourself scrolling for five minutes before finding a post from someone you actually remember meeting. Ah, friendships formed after a big night out, and the ability of Facebook to keep them alive. Since it’s conception in 2004, we’ve seen our friends list go from friends, to foes, to Frank. And who the hell is Frank?