twitter ye not
A couple of weeks ago in my ‘deepest, darkest spam’ posting I commented on the amount spam I had suddenly started receiving. Since then it’s become even more troublesome and currently numbers at over 3400 mails, which kind of leaves me with no alternative but to put a blanket-ban on it all and close down the ‘have your say’ option. See what you’ve done now, all you spammers out there!
It’s such a pity as I like opinion. Everyone should have one. The obvious irony is that I blindly shove mine out there, unrequested on an unsuspecting public, and believe that it’s welcomed like some posted prodigal son. I’ve discovered however, that commenting on message boards, forums and such soapboxes often reveals a different side to one’s personality – usually one that perhaps shouldn’t be encouraged! As soon as I see capital letters (indicating an imminent bout of furious spleen-venting) you just know they’re about to go off the rails, even though in reality we all realise the worst offenders are probably the meekest & mildest in our society seeking to hide their evil alter-ego behind the relative anonymity of keyboard & screen.
Trolls I don’t get. They obviously delight in being deliciously provocative in the extreme but to such a level that it’s beyond my comprehension. Back under the bridge and off to the cave with you. Tweeted opinions aren’t really my cup of tea either I’m afraid. I’ve oft mentioned that if something can be expressed in only 140 characters then there’s every chance it wasn’t worth expressing in the first place. We’ve seen so many cases of this that Twitter is in danger of becoming its own self-fulfilling prophecy of pure tittle-tattle and of no value whatsoever. Many would say we’re already there.
The most recent and visible case of celebrity mis-tweet, possibly since Sally Bercow’s ‘smiley face’ gaffe, has to be the supremely vacuous (and illegal) outbursts from our very own international heroine and modern day suffragette, Peaches Geldof. Just in case the situation (miraculously) passed you by, this self-appointed Boudicca of Tunbridge Wells took it upon herself to wield her own sword of truth and post the names of the two despicable women who allowed their babies to be horrifically abused by the Lostprophets vocalist, Ian Watkins. By such actions were the baby victims both named and identified, obviously losing the legal right to automatic lifetime anonymity. Doh. Who’d a thunked it.
Peaches’ subsequent mealy-mouthed ‘for any offence caused’ apology further confounded her position and highlighted her apparent incomprehension of the real world. Just because this ‘celebrity’ (though exactly what she has ever done that warrants any level of ‘celebration’ remains unclear) chooses to live her life in the brazen spotlight of Hello! magazine doesn’t mean these two innocent girls would welcome its intrusion into their lives. In the recent past Peaches has kindly treated us to exclusive pictures of her engagement, her wedding, her pregnancies and subsequent arrival of her two daughters’, and her new ‘body-art’. No doubt this current ‘misunderstood’ chapter of her dazzling lifestyle will form the backdrop to the next centre-spread. Oh, how proud she must make her father feel.
