RIP Twitter
A sad goodbye to a weird and wonderful place
Twitter is dying and everyone knows it. There wasn’t much #Caturday yesterday, and today’s #FlowerReport is buried. The poets and the funny people, the food and the art are quickly being replaced by bros cheering an idiot billionaire with compensation issues. It’s like I was in the cool room and then the fools rushed in.
Fools were always there, of course, but you could avoid them. I avoided them for eight years(!) and it wasn’t even hard. I’m an under-the-radar middle-aged writer with a handful of followers. Nobody bothers me, it’s great. My feed was filled with other writers, agents, editors, artists, musicians, comics, scholars, teachers, scientists, gardeners, cooks, journalists, activists, etc. Also, a lot of supposed “nobodies” who aren’t defined by their vocations, but love books, food, art, and joy. The cool people. It was fun to side-eye and ridicule the fools with my “friends,” but mostly it was just good chatter.
Now, suddenly, it’s a feed of fools. I never cared about the tech side of Twitter and don’t follow anyone who talks about it. But tech bros are all over my feed now, mansplaining the Twitlord’s agenda. At least Valerie Bertinelli is doing the good work.
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