From Guest Blogger: Tom The Girl I'm 30 years old. Sometimes I don't feel like a grown up, but I guess that I am. I may live a younger person's lifestyle, but I still have a daughter and boyfriend (basically husband), and an actual job. Yup, I guess that makes me a grown up.
But what classifies me more as a grown up than my responsibilities is my level of maturity. I see people as adults, and treat them equally, and with respect. I gave up the law of popularity that governed high school...well, back in high school. I thought every other person my age did, too.
And then I discovered social networking.
The worst offender is Twitter. The rapid sharing of ideas and one liners makes the site more of a huge chat room than a forum for general personal status updates. People who don't tweet: you should probably stop reading now, because I always hear "I just don't get it" from non-tweeps. (yes, we even have our own ghey language).
With the chat room format comes the ability to CHOOSE whether or not you want to respond to somebody who has spoken directly to you. And many times, people don't.
Now, some folks are super popular because they are famous outside of Twitter (aka Ashton Kutcher), and they simply do not have time to respond to their millions of followers, but other people don't respond to people unless they are part of their clique, or they are a "connected" person.
Now it's starting to sound like the mob. It very well may be, but without all the knee busting and cement shoes ;)
Anyways...these certain (self-proclaimed) popular folks ignore other people simply because they think they are better than them. They are so full of self-importance that they cannot even take one moment out of their lives to say hello back to some mother who would probably smile all day, just from being recognized by a "famous" person on twitter. Mind you, I'm still talking famous as in they have a well read blog, or a few thousand followers. They may be a housewife, novelist, or secretary. Regardless, they obviously have an awful lot of time on their hands, as they are always online, keeping us updated of their every move via twitpic, tweet, or video.
It doesn't bother me so much that there are proverbial jocks and cheerleaders in the land of twitterdom, or royaltweep, but I just cannot stand how these people think they are so much better than their peers, and will not give them the time of day.
Yet they all (almost all, unless feuding) know each other, respond to each other, and keep the world guessing with their constant stream of inside jokes. (end sarcasm)
Well, guess what? Get a clue. You, dear tweeter with ten mozillion followers who turns her nose up at the woman who just told you to have a good day, really are NOT important. You are no better today than the homecoming queen was your senior year of high school.
Everybody is equal.
Social networking is only one small small small part of the entirety of our lives, our existence, our world.
I tweet therefore I am is not something we should applaud, nor is it something I want to share with my children.
Yes, I do partake in the addiction that is social networking, but I do it in my spare time, and I do it as a means of support. Because I have a family. Because I am a mother.
And they always come first.
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