I’m off to the Media140 conference tomorrow and Friday to see if the experts can convince me to be on Facebook and Twitter. Showpony thinks I’m mad not to be using these tools, but I just don’t feel like they’re ‘me’. I don’t own ‘i’ things.
Let me explain. Eight or nine years ago, my boyfriend (who’s now my dickhead ex for more reasons than just this one) used to give me shit because I was still using my old tape walkman that I bought in year 6 (1988 if you want to know). It was held together by a rubber band, but worked fine. And it meant I could create my own mix tapes. Anyway, one Christmas he got really excited, saying his present would take me from being old school to being new school. Guess what it was? A fucking electric toothbrush. He’s lucky he didn’t get a toothbrush enema.
When I started this blog in March, I joked with the awesome tech editor at work that I’ve become a late nineties girl. I’m always being told by other journos that I should be tweeting my blog posts. I think that’s kinda rude. What do you guys think? Is Twitter worth it, or is it just journos plugging their stuff to other journos in the hope that they’ll seem relevant?
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