Back in February I visited Jen down in Boweltown. She introduced me to Tilman and he and Sparky tried to introduce me to some new technology. You see, I had no idea what “Twittering” was.
Twitter.com is a website that provides “micro-blogging” services. You can write a post, similar to a blog, but not no more than 140 characters. Started in 2006 (2007?), “twittering” has become the “it” thing to do in the internet.
I have decided that it is a load of crap.
First, Twittering is different from blogging in that it lends itself best to real time updates of important events. Blogging involves more of a narrative. When Brian Williams visited Jon Stewart at the Daily Show, he was asked if he “tweeted.” “Nothing in my life is that interesting.” If the anchor of the Nightly News does not have anything interesting to report, then my life certainly does not rank either.
Second, like Blogging and Facebook, Twitter seems to be an internet fad. My opinion on this was reinforced by the Ashton Kutcher vs. CNN smack down . . . not really . . . more of a one sided challenge that resulted in an anticlimactic end. When then next big thing comes along, I am certain that Ashton will move on with it and his 1 million tweets as well.
Finally, I am not sure that the constant 24 hour update is necessary. Do I really need to know what a congressman is thinking DURING the speech of the president? Couldn’t I just listen to the speech myself and form my own opinion and then may listen to him later?
Twitter, Facebook and other “social networks” reinforce those horrible high school experiences in which the person who has the most friends, i.e. popularity, wins. I spent years coming to terms with the fact that I don’t need to be everyone’s darling. Am I less of a person because I don’t have tweets? I am going with no.
When I joined Facebook, it was to get in touch with friends from the past. But in the past few months, it has only led to contacts from people I don’t remember or ex-boyfriends who dumped me but now want to be “friends.” It is frankly a little bizarre.