Twitter seems confused about what it is. I can tell you it’s not X. The worst rebranding in human history makes the Willis Tower look like an accepted name change by comparison. Drink a New Coke and post.
Treating an app like it’s enduring a personality crisis is just one more way AI is preparing us for conquering. Destruction will be subtle. We braced for Terminators and instead got cyborgs who nudged us into irrelevance.
The ultimate time-squandering site reflects confusion of the humans ostensibly in charge. Its original and prevailing purpose is not grasped by those who decide its direction, which frustrates those who want to use it properly.
Users dash to a haven for sharing the trite during breaking news or when one feels the need to explain what’s wrong with a mild annoyance. A simple yet useful outlet functions as a virtual steam valve. The CEO should know that.
Post what you observe. Man, journalism is easy. It’s similarly effortless to to call out fibbers, which is particularly satisfying when they claim to speak on truth’s behalf. Verifying in real time is fairly easy, which is why alleged professionals despise it.
The only training needed is to avoid journalism school. It either drains common sense or attracts attendees who never possessed any. Flagging fibs the media used to get away with not only shows how anyone with the slightest bit of awareness and suspicion can perform the job with zero college credits in a little bit of free time but also be way better at it than those who are rather snotty about being trained.
Twitter is the primary place where fact checks check facts. Community Notes might be the first worthwhile group effort. Taping an asterisk on liars is the most satisfying way to strive for truth. Readers free to check the footnotes, as well. It’s verification all the way down.
Alerts stay red. Constant patrolling is crucial. Those who think government offers the last word on truth wait for a scientist they agree with to proclaim what can never be challenged.
Employees should be grateful to not have to toil much. Twitter embodies the punk aesthetic, and not just by using its real name. Rebel with a DIY vibe against pompous dolts in power by to mock their shameless lies. Filling an open space is what anyone with creative urges desires. The lack of technical proficiency may be obvious. But the Ramones didn’t need to be virtuosos to get their point across.
Account holders just want back to pre-Elon times That’s not not the stifled climate where anyone to Pol Pot’s right fretted every time they logged in that some woke nitwit tattled on them for an imaginary offense. But it’d be nice to return to freewheeling ways. Elon Musk is to big ideas what Michael Bay is to movies.
Remaining Twitter diehards miss the fun of discovery. Coming across fascinating posts was like finding fun parody accounts on MySpace or realizing you didn’t need to know addresses once you discovered Yahoo! categories. You could even type in a search if you were feeling freewheeling.
Quality doesn’t conflate with quantity, as seen now on Twitter. Engagement numbers that used to look like shares show how compelling and/or hilarious content gets buried. People with worthwhile things to say just want to be heard. The timeline has gotten rather echoey.
I wish there were an easy way to learn what users want like reading responses. Worthwhile responses undoubtedly got buried. The erstwhile bird app is nothing more than a place to vent. Participants compose a pithy reply after seeing something stupid that we used to have to fume about to eye-rolling spouses while watching the news.
Twitter doesn’t merely alleviate stress from marriages. Bitching is cathartic. Our stupid existence features countless indignities worthy of a quick harangue. It’s relieving to find others who, say, think John Stewart is a sanctimonious prick.
Leave us alone. That applies to everything, including how we organize our feeds. Personal curation means we can see the abbreviated notions of others just like others can with ours. The ability to set up our own feed of news and interests is the whole reason users turned to Twitter in the first place. It should remain the primary spot ranting about everything else, including other social media sites.
Holding out is a matter of pride. It’s amazing how many tweeters still haven’t told friends and relatives about their little corner for diatribes. Twitter is the virtual place where users most feel like themselves. Idealized versions on other applications don’t compare to the gritty filth of smirking honesty.
Click a different square if you’re into pretending to have a delightful family, visit exotic locales on a regular basis, or be adept at today’s dance craze. Head to Twitter if you want to keep it real. Tired people sometimes find the most excitement in life is commenting on it. But at least your brain’s running. People who have nothing to say fail to understand those who do.
Lamentably, many of the best notions get buried. An algorithm is an advanced method of keeping users from seeing what they want. Users chose their follows because that’s the content they want to see. Crazy notions about personal autonomy are reflected in seeing what we’d like. The authorities think they know better despite constant evidence to the contrary.
Overlords decide to decide for you, which you’re still free to decide is a lousy annoyance. Twitter leans toward Biden-style life-running where pathetic humans are unaware of what they truly desire. No app should want to imitate this White House. Ceaseless attempts to show what micromanagers think you would like or need to view have failed to convince.
Snotty commentators often say social media is not real life. It’s just real people discussing what’s happening, that’s all. It’s as if humans don’t present the image they want while talking to each other. Interacting with others while sharing personal details sounds like a nice setup. The real question is why life isn’t more like Twitter.
As in the outside world, the tendency persists to ruin something that ran just fine without interdiction. A timeline of your choosing is a simple request in a time when so many other decisions are confiscated.
Anthony Bialy 