For the longest time, I just didn’t get Twitter. I mean, I had one. I’d been on it a few times, but I was a solid Facebook junkie. I’d done the MySpace thing. Then I jumped ship to Facebook. I wasn’t about to leave my friendly news feed and pointless poking just for this sure-to-be, flash-in-the-pan tweeting whatever. Plus, I didn’t really understand it.
Then I got a teenager and learned that Facebook is where all the “old people” are. What?!?!? Well I am definitely not “old” (at least not in my mind), so it was time to get hip again and figure out what all these hashtags and retweets were all about.
(Plus I’m nosey as hell. If the kids are all moving to Twitter, I will just have to learn some new tricks and stalk them there.)
Full disclosure, the more I’m on Twitter, the more I really enjoy it. I’m not stuck with just my feed and my tenth grade Chemistry lab partner. If no one on my list of besties is making witty comments about the latest Bachelor jaw-dropper, I’m one #Bachelortrainwreck away from finding my people.
As will all new and fun things, someone has to take it too far. Hashtags on Twitter. Excellent. Shows you’re creative, plus helpful when searching. Hashtags on Facebook. Ok. I mean they are unnecessary, but I get it, you’re letting us know you are hip to the new scene. Hashtags in talking. Completely unnecessary. Go punch yourself before I do it for you.
And then there’s this….
Now what good does a Hashtag do for me here in this text? I mean props to Mini Me for the creative usage, but come on. I can’t even tell if it’s trending.