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Parents of young children can spot an insincere apology from miles away.
“Sorry,” your tot mumbles, after you find the dog half-shaved and your Xbox full of jam.
“Sorry for what?” you’ll say. “Sorry for shaving the dog and putting jam in your Xbox,” he’ll say, looking at the floor. But he’s lying. He’s only sorry that he didn’t get away with it.
Facebook’s much-reportedÂ apology in the Washington Post is a bit like that. “Sorry,” says Mark Zuckerberg. “Sorry for what?” the internet asks.
“Sorry for invading your privacy and making things confusing and stuff,” Zuckerberg says. “Can I have an ice cream now?”