Why I don't hate Twitter (Part 1)

Part 1
I don't hate Twitter. I know the internet is full of folks who feel ways about stuff and I don't want anyone to think I am the type of lady who would associate such a strong word as "hate."

(In my opinion Hate reserved for such uses as "I hate the Westboro Baptist Church" or "I hate the fork in history that led the US away from an ecologically minded democratic socialism and towards a fascist cult of consumerism yolking us to capitalism." Those are things I feel strongly about.)

I will be clear though: I have no love for Twitter. Twitter and I are not friends. I would not invite Twitter to come drinking with me on a Friday night when my boyfriend was out of town. I would not immediately return Twitter's texts, especially if they came after 11pm and I would certainly never, ever, accept a beer that Twitter wanted to buy me. I will pay for my own beer, Twitter. We are not friends.

But why you are certainly not wondering? Why does this pixie of an internet wordsmith have a distaste for Twitter? Did Twitter spend the night and then not call for a week? Did Twitter promise to be her date for a show at the Ryman and then totally flake out leaving her sad and alone on the balcony and short $40? What in the hell is going on here?

Ok, I'll explain.

For one, Twitter is part of my job. I work for a non-profit so my list o' job duties is extensive. One of them is maintaining the Twitter and Facebook feeds for a partner organization. I have monitored its online presence for the last two years. At times, it is gloriously fun (giveways!), surprising (you admitted to doing that in a public place.. on the internet...why?) and a genuine pleasure.  I try to be savvy with my social media and often experiment with types of posts and of course community engagement.  This leads me to my first gripe with Twitter.

Part 2: Representing an organization is terrifying