Facebook is getting boring. I’ve hidden so many people from my News Feed recently, I almost miss being invited to find out what type of Power Ranger I am. My favourite is the “How much do you know about me?” application, as if you’re expected to visit their profile more often to find out more about them so you can rank well in the quiz. Who knows; if your score is high enough you could become real friends!
While Facebook connects me with my cousins, my colleagues and old teachers, and tags me in a photo every time I go out drinking, Twitter gives me a cheap, sleazy, anonymous thrill. I can see what Lily Allen is talking about today; it’s bound to be fascinating. More likely I’ll be following some funny updates from Tim Westwood about DJing at a uni bar last night, or JME will be sharing his breakfast with the world. Minor celebrities talk about their daily lives.
What I really like about Twitter is the lack of emphasis on having profile information or photos. Twitter is primarily about short status updates, links to external sites, and the conversations you have on Twitter; nothing more. It’s not about adding and accepting, merely following and not following. Twitter does not try to tell you who your friends are by suggesting them, and it doesn’t want to know your postcode, your email address or your real name.
Peaches Geldoff, Lily Allen, Stephen Fry, Jonathon Ross, Phillip Schofield… the list of gay celebrities on Twitter is endless.
OK so you might have to listen to Charlie Brooker’s witter on about work, being famous, self-assembly furniture and the BNP, but would you rather look through his photo album of family walks through the Lake District?
I am starting to like Twitter.
