Sibling revenge in the era of Facebook
When I was a wee lass, I liked to torment my two younger sisters. And they tormented me.
As the eldest (and strongest), I tended to win physical fights, meaning my sisters had to be more creative. A sister who shall not be named once hid cat poop under my pillow. I may in turn have dunked her toothbrush in the toilet. She may have then read my diary and tore pages from it in which I gushed about my middle school crush, Mikey. I lived in fear of her slipping those pages into his locker at school. I may have read her journal as well for blackmail material, just in case.
That’s all pretty bad, but this is so much worse (from Sojones via Colin): Revenge, Facebook Style: Brother 1, Sister 0.