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Twitter favourites and the etiquette of the farewell fave.
People use the star for everything from bookmarking (the save fave) to props-giving (the rave fave) to presence-signaling (the wave fave) to bone-throwing (the favor fave) to chaos-causing (the hate fave, which you could also call the spice-things-up fave, which you could also call the flavor fave).
No one wants to read your tweets.
You see the Net has been built on “cool.” It’s been about the new new thing. But now we’ve got winners and losers, and the chances of going from the underclass to the ruling class online are about similar to those doing the same thing in real life — essentially nil. Yes, the American Dream is dying online too. A few people make it through, but it’s like winning the lottery: The odds are low.
Valleywag takes Sarah Lacy to task for saying stupid things about Twitter and feminism.
Sarah Lacy: We seriously think that amid all that, his fiduciary duty to Twitter’s shareholders and employees should have been to stop and think: “Wait, it’s not enough that these are the people I trust who are qualified, willing to do this, and who can help me make this into a public company….they aren’t diverse enough
VW: Yes, we seriously think that.
SL: And why stop at a woman? I don’t see an African American or Latino on Twitter’s board. Why aren’t we outraged by that?
VW: That’s also maybe a problem!
When a fellow who uses the Twitter handle DudeHugs sends out a message to his 10,000 followers that reads, “Loving this all-natural Sierra Mist…RT if u have ever touched or seen a dog,” he isn’t trying to promote the soft-drink brand or trying to appeal to dog lovers.
A part of a burgeoning Twitter subculture known as Weird Twitter, he is speaking in a purposefully nonsensical code that is meant to satirize the growing presence of corporate brands and marketers on the popular social network.
Twitter parody accounts are awesome, hilarious and should always remain anonymous.
What’s most powerful about Twitter parodies, according to Sinker, is that “if you’re following the account in real time, it’s popping up within the context of the rest of the reality you have built in Twitter.” The unreal and the real are combined in a single stream. An @MayorEmanuel tweet admonishing voters to “VOTE, BITCHES” appears at the same time that the actual Rahm Emanuel tweets “Hey hey hey…” or CNN reveals the results of the election. In this sense, Twitter seems to be a powerful answer to a fundamental problem parody has faced over the past several decades: as Menand noted, “the barrier between the authentic and the parodic has collapsed.” If parody is everywhere, if it is diffuse, it requires a medium that can properly contain and convey it—a real-time outlet. (This is also why Stephen Colbert’s character works so beautifully via tweets, outside of the constraints of his television show.)
During moments of tragedy, it’s probably best just shut the fuck up on Twitter.
There’s a temptation when tragedy hits–especially violent tragedy–to use it to prove a worldview right as people take to Twitter to transform dead and mangled bodies into scaffolding under a preexisting belief. It’s execrable. Whether it’s a rush to assign blame, a speculation regarding motive, or an I-told-you-so matters little. That kind of stuff can play badly enough in a next day op-ed, but in an unedited 140 character tweet issued shortly after some terrible thing has just gone down, it’s pure poison.
She hotter then a summer day in hell
There is the nicest spa in this hotel
I need a fucking breakfast sandwich NOW
my brother makes amazing pancakes wow
I have the biggest headache ever. Why
You walked away and never said goodbye.
Tattoo! Tattoo! Tattoo! Tattoo! Tattoo!
My one and only, one and only you.
The unfamiliar is a scary place.
I hate the whole entire human race
A parable about your expectation of customer service on Twitter.
I closed the door and ran to my front window and looked down at the street as the two co-workers got back into the car, which was a regular car, not a Home Depot truck. It was clearly the personal car of one of them. It had New Jersey plates. They still had a long way to go before they got home that night.
I burst into tears.
Wait your turn, like everybody else, like we all learned in elementary school. It’s much more satisfying in the end.
If you’re inanity of social media, the problem is probably your friends.
Being that you are a smart and interesting guy who would distill only the finest information from any social network, the problem is the garbage going into your feed, which can only come out as garbage in your column. And that garbage is being created by the people who you choose to follow and know.