I resisted; I fought; I held out as long as I could. “I don’t Tweet,” I would say, as loudly and proudly as my location permitted. “Don’t even talk to me about Twitter.” Why, you may ask, did it take me so long to hop aboard the Twitter train? Did I really think all Tweeters were twits, that Twitter was just something people who believe owning smart phones makes them smart did to amuse themselves in airports? Well, kinda.
But I am now cured and have found the light. No longer an anti-Twitter snot, I am, like any convert, determined to get the Word out. Yay Twitter!
The only people I follow so far are Conan, Oprah, PeeWee, and Kevin Smith — who could probably write a novel on Twitter –but I am looking for more. Again I say, Yay Twitter!