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A reader emailed me last night imploring me to get a Twitter account. And my response was something like, what, isn't the crap I post my Facebook account trivial enough? Which is to say, no, I shall not Twitter. I did find this bit from an MSNBC article by somebody named Helen A.S. Popkin on "Twitter hate" (the "new black") rather well put, though (the general upshot of the article is that "old" people hate Twitter, because of this whole Logan's Run vibe, which I figure has at least a shred of truth to it):
"And also, Twitter is stupid.
It really is. I mean, c’mon. You don’t have to get your bowels in an uproar to know that. Twitter is like an RSS feed to every boring aspect of your friend’s [sic] lives. And your friends are boring. How could they not be? Hourly updates on your best bud’s activities get dull pretty fast even if your best bud is Jack Bauer:
“woke up feeling all angsty…left arm tingly”
“oh noes…shot curtis today :-(”
“thinkin i gotta torture this guy. oh well”
“can’t remember last time i peed”
Why do we think we’re so important that we believe other people want to know about what we’re having for lunch, how bored we are at work or the state of inebriation we happen to be at this very moment in time? How did society get to the point that we are constantly improving technology so that this non-news can reach others even faster than a cell phone, a text message, a blog, our Facebook profiles?
There’s no blaming Generation Y for that. Blame their parents, those touchy-feely post boomers who piled on the praise and positive reinforcement, lest they bruise little Dylan or Madison’s budding self esteem. It’s Mom and Dad who awarded gold stars and iMacs every time their precious progeny engaged in the most mundane of child development. Why should they or the rest of us gape in horror at the next generation posting itself naked on the Internet (both literally and metaphorically). Twitter is just the latest development in the biggest generation gap since rock n’ roll invented teenagers.
Or blame Paris Hilton. She’s always good in a pinch. Twitter, then, is the latest evidence of the Paris Hiltoning of America. Twitter is always on, always looked at, and at a 140 character limit, doesn’t have the capacity to be either deep or meaningful."
But yes, I do hate Twitter with a passion that makes me froth at the mouth and snap the heads off songbirds. I hate Facebook almost as much, but one day I got bored and had a moment of weakness. I simply cannot fathom this obsessive need for constant and inconsequential connectedness*. But, then again, I also have no idea who Jack Bauer is. And, yeah, it's getting hard to deny the "old" factor at play here. You can only catch yourselves bitching about "kids these days" just so many times before you have to own up to the fact that you're no longer the hip, young zygote you once were. But that's okay, too. And now, I'm going to watch the snow....
* Keep in mind that not even once in my whole life have I ever "texted" anyone, and I hardly even use the phone anymore.