I have been mean to Twitter lately, and I apologize. But only because I recently found some useful info on it… but I’m not going to talk about that, because… who cares.
And before I could ponder the wonders of modern technology, I found this perusing the news… more stupid
It’s weird, before the big sex scandal, I could not have told you what a ghomeshi was. Person, place, thing? I do try… and avoid the gossip mills that seem to be everywhere today, including but no limited to television. I prefer facts. Ghomeshi was fired not for any crime, but because his bosses thought his apparently ‘consensual’ sex was disgusting. Now it appears it may have been less than consensual. But much like Ferguson, no one waits for the grand jury, everyone has an axe to grind, and any cherry picked fact… is grist for the mill.
The star article is telling. It’s not that people misunderstood the Flare article. It seems clear to me, that the twitter ragers simply did not read it. They may have read the title of the article, and connected that with a url to Flare, but I’m sure that would come close to their 140 character attention span limit… no need to read further.
So I read the story with a furrowed brow, expecting to be shocked by the magazine’s unfortunate lapse in judgment. I planned to spend five minutes in the glow of my laptop screen, shaking my fists with disbelief as I sub-vocalized flowery passages about Ghomeshi’s blue socks or the modern cut of his trousers.
Followers demand quick feels… feeds… and up to the minute rage. And even if you get a detail, here or there, wrong, it’s the principle of thing. #thosewhocanttwitter