For the last couple weeks, it seems like you can’t open an ear without hearing “Twitter” or “Tweet” or some variation on “follow.” Celebrities (or at least their social-media assistants) are competing to get the most followers. Newscasters tell me to “follow” them on Twitter for news updates. Blog posts tumble forth by the thousands to instruct me on how to improve my life and business through Twittering.
Really, I think social media is a wonderful thing. I started blogging in about 2004, picked up an addiction to Facebook ’round about this time in 2007, and got the Yelping bug in 2008. I love all the sharing of opinions, keeping in touch with people, and messaging. But Twitter, from the moment I heard of it, I thought, what is the point of this? An endless stream of “this is what I’m doing” broadcast to the world. Sort of like Facebook, if Facebook were made up only of status updates.
And all the hype about Twitter just makes it seem like this year’s Facebook. I have decided that it would be just one more thing to check, check, check, and check again. So I am officially holding out on Twitter.
I think it helps to be popular in the social media scene when you are naturally positive, or failing that, a celebrity already, like Ashton “1 million followers!” Kutcher. Me, I’m sort of grumpy, a frustrated optimist. I think my friends – all of whom on Facebook are people I’ve known in the real world – know that I’m crusty-yet-lovable. Opinionated, but kind.
And I have a tendency to rant, which in person is softened with a smile or (evil) laugh. Online ranting must be carefully balanced with humour, lest I seem like a crank. I just don’t think my brand of snarkiness would do well within the earnest networking culture of Twitter, so I’m not going to try. I will, however, try not to alarm the neighbours with shrill screams when that site is mentioned – again, and again, and again. And again and again.