I hate Twitter.
There. I said it.
Twitter is the most annoying social media outlet (at least among the ones I use; I’ve come to cordially detest “Vine” videos, but I don’t use them, either). Twitter has become a necessary evil for self-marketing; I use Twitter for promoting blog and show content and following pundits in semi-real time, in theory, except that I make about as little time to spend on Twitter as I can get away with. It’s nearly useless as a form of communication; it’s 300 million people shouting…
…and mostly doing it badly. The 140 character limit had been one of the greatest blows to literacy in history – and yes, I know, learning how to fit a coherent thought into 140 characters can teach a writer a lot about economizing, if they’re inclined to learn those lessons. But of 300-million odd Twitter users, perhaps three or four dozen are so inclined.
Twitter is a banal, but very urgent, wasteland.
And so if it were to collapse and disappear from the public discourse, I’d dance around the fire, myself.