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, 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.
