Maureen Dowd wrote her column about Twitter this morning. It seems that everyone and their mother is talking about Twitter these days. Well, not my mother, but I always knew that my mother was cooler than most people's.
The question of Twitter is so trivial, that it in itself says something about my generation. It takes effort for me to read more than 140 characters at a time anymore. I can discuss how terrible Twitter is as much as I want, and that still won't stop be from using it. Can't stop, won't stop. What else would I possibly do at midnight walking home from the Spec office? Or on the way to class? That extra 3 blocks that living in Claremont adds to my commute time enough for me to be bored and need to share bits of nonsense.
The truth is, Twitter works because people are nosy. I love it because I get little bits and pieces of other people's lives. I get to see what weird classes they are taking. Lance Armstrong posts pictures of his training rides. I can feel like I am actually friends with people that I barely speak to. It breaks down the barriers of social interaction (much like this blog??). And yet it is not real. Reading what people post on their Twitter makes me no closer to them than I was before. The people (okay, person), that I interact with on it I also interact with by phone, by text message, via Facebook.
It's just another addiction that prevents me from doing work. But at the same time, I'll keep doing it. Because I gotta keep up with the Jones'.