Every week I’m going to quit Twitter. Since they increased the 148 character limit it just isn’t as fun as it was in the beginning. I liked the creative challenge of keeping it tight, and it was easy and fast to keep up. My pal Bunny likened it to passing notes in class — it’s best to be quick and direct. But in the quest to monetize the platform and continue the expected growth trajectory, all I got was more ads, long threads and less fun. It started to feel more like job to keep up.
On the “plus” side: I have some favorite parody accounts, folks I’ve gotten to know in a more social way, a quick way to view headline news, pop culture, real-time takes on TV shows, the ability to complain to faceless corporations, and stuff the kids think is hip.
I am a hypocrite because I use Instagram although I hate whatever the F “meta” is. It’s not a “utility” and it’s not a way to “bring people together” (unless you want to buy a particular type of ad that uses a magic, proprietary algorithm created by a dude who started his company by rating women by their appearance). And I have a creepy feeling that posting pics of the cute grandkids is a default invasion of privacy for people who have no say in the matter. There’s a reason Silicon Valley executives limit their own children’s usage of the products they design and peddle.
I am not young. Before the turn of the century I was working for a small company run by a couple who came of age in the late 60’s/early 70’s. In 1999 the male co-president was very excited about the potential of the Internet and he signed up to take a class called (unsurprisingly), “The Future of the Internet.” I remember vividly the morning after his first class all five of us employees gathered with our coffee in his office to ask him about “the Future.” And I paraphrase here as he dejectedly said, “Well, this is America so it should not have come as a complete surprise that this class is really about the rape of the Internet to make as much money as possible for as long as possible.”
You’re correct, Reader, nobody is forcing me to use these apps. I took them off my phone a few years ago so I have to intentionally sit down to use them. COVID had me “sitting” more, and it did make life feel less isolating for a time (toxic political Twitter aside). But I’m thinking more and more about what am I getting out of this? Yes, I’m using more intentionally (which sounds creepy when I read it out loud), but to what end? Social connection, yes, but that’s the smallest portion of my usage. And can I maintain those ties without the intermediary of our tech overlords (who more and more make me feel that The Future is what white guys close to their mid-life crisis think the future should be)? And in the most ironic moment of meta you may even be reading this from a Tweet that includes this very blog link.
Who am I kidding? This has been a ten-year (!) habit with over 13K tweets — some of which were damn pithy forms of creative genius if I do say so myself. See you next year, my friends. May it be a happy and healthy one for us all.