Hey ladies*, you know know what the begining of the month means: that’s right, it’s time for a newest issue of Her Nashville! (yay!)

Watching “American Idol” with a gaggle of opinionated, hilarious and snarky folk, you’ve laughed out loud, been slightly offended and learned something new. Someone just threw a sheep at you, forcing you to retaliate with a good strong poke. Clad in your favorite un-matching PJ’s, you aren’t at a rowdy bar; you’re on Facebook, interacting with a real-time stream of status updates while Simon serves up another thoughtfully crafted verbal bashing.

If you haven’t experienced this live-event Facebooking phenomenon, you simply must. You can be completely alone in your apartment and feel absolutely engaged with and validated by others.

Or maybe you aren’t alone, but find your significant other/roommate couldn’t care less about what Sophia Loren looks like under the glare of Oscar’s light (really, what was that?). No worries. You’ve got the undeniably cool power of the Twitter hashtag. Allow me to explain. READ MORE!

*Not that - as my hubby pointed out last week – one must be a girl to read Her Nashville; it’s just that Her Nashville is sort of geared to the female set; that’s all I’m sayin’. Dudes, Her welcomes your eyeballs.