Owing to the old woman within, I have yet to fully understand this Twitter phenomenon. Don’t get me wrong, self-indulgence and vanity are two of my favorite qualities. But the reason behind this narcissistic trend does not concern me. What troubles me—deeply, in fact—are the conversations between two Twitterers (Tweeters? Twatters? Twats? …Eh). I can’t decipher the curious, albeit inane, conversations between these egotistical, infamous freak-shows. Think about it, the only thing that separates these conceited fame hoes from professional circus freaks is a questionable white powdered line. But I digress… I don’t understand Twitter!! Just look at this tweet/twat/twit from the always humble and gracious Diddy, aka Puff Daddy, aka Sean Combs:
"RT @UncleRUSH: We are here for a short time, the ones who smile the most are the winners, be happy and smile alot"
Wise words, Diddy. But what the heck does RT mean?? Is Diddy passing some knowledge on to Uncle Rush or is it the other way around?? Ugh! Technology these days… But, thanks to a few gems Twitter is tolerable, perhaps even entertaining. John Mayer flaunts his witty humor with comments like,
"It's Fashion Week in NYC. Where are all the Talbot's models hanging out?"
I can’t hate on that! Perhaps because I grew up rockin the Talbots look, hmmmm. Best yet, Jessica Simpson showcases her brilliance with this harrowing tale about her dog:
"My heart is broken because a coyote took my precious Daisy right in front of our eyes. HORROR!"
A coyote?! What in the hell kind of Looney Tunes shiz is that? She even posted a reward, in which no doubt (!) the Roadrunner will be interested. Greedy betch!
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