Sometimes I go on Twitter with the thought of stirring up shit in the pot. And by stirring up I mean by tweeting random things like, I dunno, I’m shitting and twitting or stupid things like that. Silly random dumb tweets. Harmless. Innocuous.
Because it’s ridiculous. Twitter is meant for fun. Which is why I like it. I like to have fun.
But then, the last couple of days, I’ve been watching in morbid horror and curiosity at some really disturbing Twits on Twitter. Ripping other bloggers to shreds because they think they can. Because they have a false sense of security while they are click, click, clicking away on their little keyboard with their little screen lit up in front of them displaying the ugliness that they’ve proven themselves to be. I picture each 140 letter tweet being sent with a smug look on sanctimonious faces. And I really wanted to reach through the screen and shake every last one of you. Some of you, whose blogs I read, shocked me by your behavior. Others I had come to expect that type of better than tweeting and insulting.
Blogher was a bad enough display of how horrible and self serving some of the Mommy blogger community can be.
What? The? FUCK? Is wrong with you people?
Instead of sounding like you were trying to educate and enlighten us to Nestles bad past. You came off like bitter, jealous cheerleaders cat-fighting over the same boyfriend. It got tiresome. A bunch of us avoided Twitter for most of the day because of the constant stream of slander. We didn’t want to stand around cheering for which cheerleader should have her varsity sweater pulled over her head.
It wasn’t about you. Any of you. And you should apologize to the lovely bloggers, some of them my friends, who were at the Nestle family conference. Because they had to deal with your insults and your barrage of nastiness.
But you probably won’t.
Shame on you.