I’m Over 50;You Want Me to Tweet. What’s In It For Me?
Hi. This is Laurie again. Allow me to digress for just one blog post. In our last conversation, we established that we’re all wonderful “fine aged wines” over here on the better side of 50, and that we’re now a force with which to contend in social media networking. But I know you’re dying to ask me a question. “Why start with Twitter?” you ask. “Isn’t that sort of counter-intuitive for someone whose brain is slowing down—like you, Laurie? For goodness sake, some days you can’t even find your keys. How do you expect to keep up with the mad swirl of activity that a Tweetchat can become?” Yes, I’ll admit you have a point. I’ll have to admit that when I’m in the middle of a chat that’s truly cooking, it sometimes feels as though I’m in the middle of a cocktail party on steroids. It’s like being dragged through a maelstrom, trying to catch and react to as many ideas as possible, before they disappear into the deep dark hole of distant Twitter history, which is about 2 seconds ago. (by the way, that is exactly why I use plug-in’s such as , Tweetchat, which I mentioned in the last blog and Tweetdeck , which I can mention later if you ask me to.) Of course, the simple answer is that it’s my favorite social media format. Period. I do, however, have four reasons that I use to explain (or justify) its fascination for me: