For many, it’s a beautiful fantasy.

For the lovelorn, ugly-duckling B-listers in high school who’ve changed their fortunes, the high school reunion is a spectacle of ego, triumph and redemption.

Those stories make fantastic TV! Jenny Jones knew it with her Geek-to-Chic shows…Artie Zif and Marge Simpson…Romy and Michelle, you get the point.

Unfortunately, Facebook is quickly destroying this ritual. We live in times of hyperconnectedness, where you can keep tabs on family, friends, long lost friends, family friends of long lost friends, and so on.

There are no more surprises. When you add your entire class year to Facebook, you rob yourself of the beauty of vindication. People can see the incremental changes in you, your model wife, your chiseled six pack. Thanks to Facebook, the element of surprise is quickly vanishing.

The high school reunions of the future — if they will exist — will be supremely boring. You’ll know exactly what everyone’s been up to, you’ll know the places they’ve been, how many kids they have. You can’t ask “what have you been up to all these years” …because you will know the answer.

It’s everyone’s fantasy to poke the embers of their old flames…I’m not too sure about having poke wars with them.