Lately Facebook is getting a little too intimate with me. "Good morning, Leigh," it coos. "Thanks for being here. We hope you enjoy Facebook today." Then, like a slice of dystopian cafeteria lunch, it serves one of its abysmal "memories" into my feed, some forgotten years-old share, and when I tell it I don't want to see that, Facebook scrapes apologetically: "We know we don't always get it right."