The page housed pictures of a pretty Norah Jones-esque young 18-year-old NYU student who sang and played piano at local bars.
The group was peppered with comments, sharp as porcupine needles, vilifying the aspiring musician for being an "attention-whore."
I also remember one dude posting a flyer for one of her upcoming gigs at a local village bar.
He had clearly stomped on the flyer, an outline of his muddy sole [soul] struggling to eclipse her name.
I was on an Amtrak train from NYC to Philly, reading a Vanessa Grigoriadis New York Magazine profile on Lady Gaga.
I floated somewhat mindlessly through the piece until I got to the first sentence of the second paragraph:.
Readers, have you ever taken part in a Facebook Group that you wish you hadn't? »