My friend Jeremy refuses to evolve past the social networking dinosaur Friendster. I think it’s a little weird to be of typing age and not have a Facebook profile and a network that includes at least six people you’ll never actually talk to again. How else do you stalk people? Or put yourself out there for others to stalk?
Jeremy just responds that he’s past all of it, that he was a social networking O.G. (original gangsta), and can thus, rest on his Internet laurels.
But I know he wants in. Each week, he responds to one of my tweets via text message.
“Why don’t you join Twitter, and we can follow each other,” I’ve suggested. “This way, we can still have this conversation. Plus, lots of other people can see how funny you are.” Jeremy balks.
A few days ago, he learned I’d fallen ill - Twitter is the new town crier. Jeremy texted the following:
see you should eat shit off subway floors more this is why you are sick so often. yes I am responding to a twat of yours deal with it
I cackled aloud as I read it.
To be fair, I am on myspace as well.