One of my ridiculously young friends (how are people I know still in their 20s? HOW?) alerted me to this story from The New York Review of Books, written by Margaret Atwood on how she has joyfully adopted the joys of Twitter. Definitely worth a read, if not quite enough to inspire me to sign up for Twitter myself.
My favorite line in this is pure Atwood:
"The Twittersphere is an odd and uncanny place. It’s something like having fairies at the bottom of your garden. How do you know anyone is who he/she says he is, especially when they put up pictures of themselves that might be their feet, or a cat, or a Mardi Gras mask, or a tin of Spam?"
Like having fairies at the bottom of your garden!
Comments