During Christmas Dinner, I had to explain Twitter to my girlfriend’s father.
I don’t remember how it came up. It’s possible I did something bad and this was Lizz’s way of punishing me. I explained things slowly, tried to come up analogies that were accessible to a man in his sixties, but I don’t think he understood. He was okay with the technical process – he knows how to use a computer and a cellphone, he knows what a text message is – but I’m not sure he really got his mind around why people would actually do that sort of thing for fun, or how it would be useful for anyone.
I think he still could have written a better article about Twitter than the one Vanessa Grigoriadis wrote for Vanity Fair.One Comment