Realization: Deleting all the old, embarrassing FB posts on your wall from whenever ago to ensure that potential employers/dates/friends/human-beings-with-whom-you-interact won’t easily discover the facts hidden behind them is like the modern day equivalent of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for our teched out world. Sure, it’s inverted (you’re stopping people from knowing those memories, not yourself), but given how significant Facebook is when it comes to our identity and memory, it kind of is a sort of forgetting. If it isn’t Facebook official, it didn’t happen.