"I'm very worried about the future of humanity with so many people sending Twits on their twitPhones." An Ex., August 2011
And you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones? - "Ballad of a Thin Man", Bob Dylan, 1966
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones? - "Ballad of a Thin Man", Bob Dylan, 1966
Now, I'm no advocate of Twitter, FaceBook, or social networking in general. But at times I feel that I must rise to their defense. And those times are when people, people who have never even used those social networks, feel free to criticize them. How can you criticize something that you don't know what it is?
Twitter - I check it out several times a day; I'd spend, at most, 20 minutes a day there. I don't follow many people but I would have to say that at least once a week, I find something beneficial or amusing from my TwitReading.
Take today for example. I'm a follower of @theBookSlut. She's well worth following. This morning I followed on from one of her tweets and read a really amusing O Henry story - I'd not have even heard of it were it not for Ms BookSlut's "Tweet".
And FaceBook. I use it to keep up with friends and family. I'd spend say 15 minutes a day on it. 15 minutes a day. It used to take me that long to go to the corner store (OZ == milkbar) to buy a carton of milk. And no one wrote about the disastrous affects of overdosing on milk.
One has to wonder about Mr. Ex. and his concern about humanity and his "TwitPhones". I'm a firm believer in - "if you don't know what it is, don't assume the right to criticize it".
Of course, no doubt he (Mr. Ex.) meant what he said in jest. At least I hope so. Give me some credit for my ability to discern good partners, albeit retrospectively! That is, the retrospective credit, not the nonexistent retrospective choice.
Luckily for him, Mr. Ex. is not on Twitter. I can only assume that if he read the tweet about his comment on Twits and Twit phones, that he'd come up with some smart repartée. But of course, he wont; so he wont.
I remember yet another "Ex" - and yes, I've had several. He was complaining about HIS Ex - who had wanted to name their child a misspelled thing - Raychelle or something along those lines. "If you can't spell it, you can't have it!" he claimed he'd told her.
But even better, and even more ironical - to use a much over-used term - is to be tweeted about your misspelled-anti-tweet comment - my Ex. and his anti-Tweet non-Tweet!
Now, where can I buy a TwitPhone?
2 comments:
You're twitting me on, Kate.
My only beef with is when a certain brand of idiots insist on doing these tweets and texting with gadget in hand oblivious to all around them while walking down the street. I call them Twitiots.
A Twittering Idiot. So many of these Twitiots walk into traffic, bump into people, and slow down pedestrians who in NY all have to BE somewhere.
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