Everyone Else’s Values: A Minefield
Twitter is a love it or leave it kinda thing. A landscape of conflict and values and lack of both.
People left me by the droves when I wrote a blog post that took parents especially to task for that viral moment where white teenage boys were intimidating an elder Native American.
I said let’s ruin those boys’ lives.
I hardly regret saying it. America is an evil place. America is Twitter.
Run. Run. My little munchkins. You who do not dare to disagree. Run for your munchkin lives. Twitter is not, in fact, a dialogue. It’s a Sears and Roebuck catalogue of merchandise. You can buy a washer and dryer on Twitter. You can buy food. An entire Christmas.
A Twitter house with landscaping.
A Twitter refrigerator. Open. Close.
Twitter will fill your cavities.
I don’t value social media all that much. I don’t care about or go after followers. Hello. Goodbye. You cannot make Twitter anything other than what it is. Twitter is Walmart.
I simply have no respect for the values of Other People. I pretend I do. But I do not.
This presents its own share of conflicted rhetoric.
We are but machines. A value is not unlike like a fax machine. It’s of little use if you’re the only one on the Twitter block who has one.