Oh for the love of God. Hideous, hideous, hideous…
Vanity Fair’s “America’s Tweethearts” article has nearly made be puke.
I pray that I never hear someone actually speak the words twilebritiy, tweeple, twitspeak… reading them nearly made my irises give up the will to stay open. “For tweeple, e-mail messages are sonnets, Facebook is practically Tolstoy”. No, really, I can’t even copy anymore.
Although I concede it’s good to see they’re nice tweeters, replying and what not, it’s more the tone of the article which is somehow deeply un-Twitter, which is so ground upwards rather than ‘sleb down… and that photo.
Thanks to Catharine P. Taylor for her very sensible article Grab the Imodium, And Get Ready to Roll With America’s ‘Tweethearts’ and the grim news of their existences.