It was a short love affair. I found Twitter. I changed my account a few times before I finally got the hang of it and figured out what I’d be posting and to whom my posts would be aimed. Then I discovered DestroyTwitter and TweetDeck. I was in status update heaven.
I found Twitter to be idiot-proof and the aforementioned applications useful and just as easy to use. I liked that it was a constant feed of updates, links, and discussions that I could access at any point in the day. I was on the pulse of the literary world. It beats quickly.
I recently interviewed some staff at one of my favourite Toronto-based magazines and inquired about their lack of Twitter presence. The response: Twitter is another form of digital binoculars. One person said they found the community to be “creepy.” Coming from someone working at a horror-culture magazine, I found this to be alarming. If this really successful publication didn’t see a need for Twitter…why was I tweeting? Suddenly my inner Kant was wrestling with an argument between right-motive and right-action. Is Twitter just another form of attention-whoring? Am I doing it for the right reasons? Or is it just that I don’t want to be left out of the loop, like some desperate wannabe lurking around the smoking section, eyeing the cool kids?
Then when I got home, I checked my Twitter. Someone I had recently started following had stopped following me. She had left a message in my direct messages saying hi and thanks for following. I had chosen to wait until I had the time to sit down and write a proper 140-word introduction and the six-degrees of separation that had brought me to follow her tweets. Alas, my less-than-timely response had made her cut me off at the knees. It had only been three days.
I had become obsessed with my TwitterGrade from TwitterGrader. The first time I checked it was a measley 61%, by the time I left, it was in the mid-90s. My presence could go nowhere but down. My argument was answered: definitely wrong-motive.
In all seriousness, I am not sure how comfortable I am with online presence. I think I rather prefer anonymity. I like the updates that are irrelevant to my professional life and am likely to make more of those than not, perhaps to the chagrin of industry professionals. I just have trouble compartmentalizing my everyday self with my professional, online-presence-seeking self…they are one in the same, crude status updates and all. Since this is the case, I am probably a candidate for keeping a low profile online.




