Sigh. Twitter's microblogging application has inundated me with waaaay more information about my friends and acquaintances than I would ever, EVER want to know. It's also schooled me to the many different types of overshare*: 1. The look-at-me-I'm-so-sexy overshare: "Note to self: stop working out in lace boyshorts!",  "I woke up bc I'm sore from pole … Continue reading Age of the Overshare