Yesterday, everyone would have known that I’d spent the day procrastinating, booking my communal garden, negotiating a new contract, going to the bank (deposit! yay!), fretting about my website ravamp, talking to my brilliant 6-month old nephew Caleb in Vancouver, and eating chicken stir-fry for dinner. That I’d gotten a tad nostalgic watching a wedding on ER and shaken off the blues with a buddy, stuffing condoms, lube, and information about HIV into tiny plastic bags for distribution in bars in the Village (long story, don’t ask).
Facebook offers a similar gadget.
I’ve tried both. At best I find it amusing, at worst I find it weird. This idea of sharing details of your life by virtual post-it note smacks of the generation that has no qualms about using their cellphone to dump their girlfriend, while riding a crowded city bus. Then again, 32 to 39 year old women are probably not Twitter’s target market (and no, I’m not telling you where I fall within that demographic).
As everyone learned with IM, and e-mail before that, you cannot close the floodgates. This application will get in whether you like it or not.
— Maggie Fox