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Facebook ads are a near constant source of blog posts when you have nothing else to say.

I used to complain about how Facebook used my single status to taunt me with ads questioning whether I was “29 and alone again?” or “Worried he’s not out there?”

Or they’d try to sell me on birth control pills while simultaneously claiming to “accept” my Virginia baby.

And then there’s the incident with the man-boobs.

The latest? They are trying, like an 80s soap opera villain with a faked pregnancy, to drive a wedge between me and my boyfriend:

This is a good point. Where IS my boyfriend!???? He’s in Chevy Chase, according to this very reliable Facebook ad. WHO DOES HE KNOW IN CHEVY CHASE???

Thanks Facebook. I’ll take care of this immediately and then you can get back to taunting me with singles ads. But this time, I’m 30! So they’ll be like “Hey Old Maid, worried about your womb cobwebs? Freeze what few eggs you have left today!”