If someone sends me an email saying they'd like to follow me on Twitter, my response is always "I'm going to pretend you didn't just send that."
I just don't get it. I don't.
Today a friend shared a link on Google Reader, and another dear reader commented on it. I took a look at her blog and she summed it up quite nicely.
"I just don’t get why anyone would care what I am doing right now? I certainly don’t care what you are doing right now. It would in no way help me stay connected to people. I have face book, blogging, email, texting, and good old fashion face interaction for that. I can stay connected to people and actually gaining real information from other sources. Twitter gives me absolutely nothing but a (typically self-promoting) snippet of a person, which is fine if it is accompanied by, say, something useful like a chat feature (gchat status) or by a wealth of personal information (facebook status). But now, Twitter leaves me with nothing."
"They want something that will provide cooler talk and up their social prowess. They want something that they can integrate into their job; something that they can impress their boss with."
"Others say that “everyone is doing it”… no, no, no. Everyone signed up to find out what all the hoopla was about, and most intelligent people realized it was a façade. A Harvard Business School professor reported in June of 2009 that 10 percent of the service's users account for more than 90 percent of tweets. Current Nielsen research states that 60 percent of Twitter users do not return from one month to the next."
Head over to Mary's blog to read the whole thing. Amen and amen!
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