When I first started using email, in the age of dial-up and creepy chat rooms, I didn’t know the difference between ‘reply’ and ‘reply all’. Of course I couldn’t be bothered to find out, so just willy-nilly picked one or the other figuring somehow that the averaging-out would result in the correct use. Like mixing colors or spices. What kinds of madness I sent to whom in that time period, I have no idea. On one occasion involving a derogatory stream of consciousness I thought I pressed ‘save’, when actually I pressed ‘save and send’. That one really sucked.

Of course we’ve all hit the ‘reply all’ by accident. Or woken up to read a drunken slur on facebook that, although can be deleted, has been seen by many and may even still be lurking in some notification emails. But for how long do we feel like shit about it, and more importantly, does anyone really care?

I clearly excel at this kind of embarrassment. As of late I’ve toyed with squashing some of my particularly cringe-worthy moments by apologizing (or expressing something somewhat similar to regret) to whomever I felt required it. What I discovered? No one really gives a shit! You may remember some stuff that particularly related to you in a given event, and another remembers something entirely different. Often people won’t even remember what you said/did. They’re too busy worrying about themselves.

I can’t even remember what all those vaginas that went flashing around Hollywood a few years ago looked like (a blur of plucked chickens?).  Or whom they belonged to. Was it Lindsey? Paris? Oh right, I don’t care.

Obviously not all offenses can magically disappear, but before losing too much beauty sleep over a potential persecution, remember that you too can be forgettable.