An excerpt from some pithitude called 'Why Facebook is for Old Fogies':
3. We never get drunk at parties and get photographed holding beer bottles in suggestive positions. We wish we still did that. But we don't. (See pictures of Beer Country in Denver.)
6. We're old enough that pictures from grade school or summer camp look nothing like us. These days, the only way to identify us is with Facebook tags. (See pictures of a diverse group of American teens.)
Whose desperate idea was it to insert these parenthesey links at the end of each paragraph like this?
After a stand-up comic tells a searing story about, for example, his premature ejaculation with his girlfriend, you don't want him to suddenly stop and say 'For more information on this and other sexual dysfunctions, there is an information booth in the back with a number of pamphlets. Now, back to the hilarity.'
I genuinely feel sorry for the writer of this piece. This is the closest thing to gang rape a team of marketers can inflict on an attempt at art. Your editors are deliberately trying to distract readers away from your story, dude. You're trying to affect a Cool Dad tone, and every time you make a funny, grandpa calls in from the next room: 'Lemme show you some pictures!'
Also, 'A diverse group of American teens'?! Would anyone want to click on a gallery that is marketed in this way? Imagine the popularity of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition if it was advertised as 'See pictures of fertile teenagers affecting awkward poses in bathing attire'.
I know the Internet is supposed to be this endless frontier of connected interests and journa-augmentation, but take it easy, Time. Sometimes it's OK to have 100 words in a row without any of them being blue and underlined.