There’s a little tête-à-tête occurring in the blogosphere (namely Kim Werker’s blog) and Twitterland about, as I’ve so lovingly coined the argument, “WHERE MY HOOKAS AT?” on Twitter and blogs in general that is. I’m baffled as to why the knitters are representin’ but the “hookers” are a virtual no-show. Twitter is, after all, microblogging, a great way for those of us with short attention spans and dull hooks to get our point across quickly on topics of interest, especially those of us with busy lives.
I was curious so I posted on CLF on Ravelry and also threw my name onto the pile of Twitterers listed over at Crochetville. Kim responded on her blog talking about blogs in general, which I’ll get back to in Part 2 of this topic. I feel they are related, but still separate issues, so I’ve broken them down as such.
Here a Tweet, There a Tweet:
The first response was from someone at CLF who simply said that they just couldn’t do another community. They were already embroiled in several online communities and falling short on keeping up with their Facebook account. I considered this response pretty neutral. They weren’t outwardly against it, just not seeing how they could fit it into their lives.
I get it. Being involved in online communities takes up time. Not everyone has a lot of time, especially if they have kids. Gotcha. That isn’t me, though. Never has, and never will be. I’m pretty vocal on my jubilation in not having kids. I’ll save that for another post though. I digress…
The second sentiment - and this one was truly negative – came from someone over at Crochetville who characterized themselves as a “curmudgeon” stating:
“And I don’t know why I have to be subjected to hearing all this trivia myself while I’m browsing in a store, trying on clothes in a dressing room (a few time the caller has had her speaker phone on loud), a bookstore perusing books (where it should be library-quiet), a public restroom stall (privacy would be nice there), or a doctor’s waiting room (between TV and cells, there’s no reading while you wait anymore).”
She goes on to list all the places that she feels she’s subjected to listening to all this unwanted activity. And she ends with this caveat:
“Back in the day, we thought that in the future “Big Brother,” the government, would rob us of our privacy, but it’s turning out to be other people doing that in a different fashion than we imagined.”
Where to start with this. I can’t say I can completely relate to this. I think the person in question has the wrong take on what blogging and micro-blogging is all about. Unless you can explain to me how you know people are sharing every last thought of theirs online, then you can’t be allowed to speak for everyone; you can’t know if people are sharing every last thought. But I think I’m bringing semantics to an argument that wasn’t intended to be about logic. So I can let that go.
I think I was more taken aback by the notion that all this technology has somehow intruded into this person’s daily life as though that was the intention behind it all: to be intrusive. To me, it seemed as though they were taking it so personally as opposed to the other way around. It was designed to inform, enhance, enlighten, engage, and otherwise join communities of people together that might not otherwise converse. So yeah, I find it interesting that this person thinks places like Twitter are about being intrusive as opposed to inclusive. I can chalk it up to a generational gap though.
I think they’re confusing a lot of the technology and Twitter is getting the bad reputation for it. I agree that when you go to a library, it should be quite. Turn your phones off. Same thing goes for a movie. I get it and I agree 100%. Those are social norms that go beyond norms but have become a part of the written rule book of life. You’ll get asked to turn your phone off if it repeatedly rings in a library. And the opening shots on screen before a movie ask you explicitly to turn off your phone. It’s rude. Gotcha. What does that have anything to do with sharing one liners with other Twitterers? I’m confused as to how it bothers her if I’m at the doctor’s office sending off a one-liner to my fellow Twitterers telling them I managed to get my arse to the doctor without collapsing. That somehow ruins and intrudes on her privacy?
Again, probably a generational gap issue.
Part 2 (Blogging) and Part 3 (The Wrap Up) Coming…