Stalking... yes

Let me clarify by first saying, I do not have a stalker. I don't think I've ever been stalked, but that's because I'm mean.

I'm talking about the loose use of the word "stalking" where you want to find out what your ex is up to when you see him with his new girlfriend at the movies, while you're there for the 100th time with your little brother seeing Despicable Me. Meanwhile, exey and his new arm candy are walking into that romantic comedy he swore he'd never watch.

So, you see your previous love who you suddenly think looks sexy despite the toilet paper on his shoe and the fact that he unevenly buttoned his shirt.

After the movie you FACEBOOK STALK HIM! That's right ladies, the jig is up! You can't hide it anymore. You never deleted him so you find out everything about him and his new squeeze, Brittany, while looking at pictures of them together at the lake, and also the after pictures from the lake that make him look like a lobster.

Why do we do this? Why do we have to find out what our exes are doing? Who cares?! You dumped that moron for a reason... or he dumped you for a reason, and I'm guessing the reason is stalking.

So ladies, put on your big girl panties, be happy for your ex and MOVE ON.

The oracle has spoken. Carry on.