Recently, Paula Deen has admitted that she’s had Type II Diabetes for years. Accordingly, she’s putting out a cookbook of healthy food. Here are some excerpts!
1 lb. bag of Skittles
3 cups ranch dressing
Mix well. Serve room temperature.
I seriously just laughed so much while reading this.
(at)desperation: Our Desire to be Retweeted
Twitter is a tool used by many for a multitude of reasons. I’d guess, though, that a majority of the site’s users are people who, like me, are not interested in posting anything of actual significance, but cannot resist the almost compulsive urge to share (with nobody, potentially) a pointless thought, a clever display of wit, or a meaningless notification of their whereabouts.
We never know who, if anyone, will ever see our tweets. Why is it that we want to advise whomever of whatever? Is it simply because we can? I suppose the reasoning behind our tweeting is irrelevant, really, but one thing that is incredibly evident in feed after feed is our common, obvious desire to be “retweeted.”
While browsing through the mildly extensive list that is my tweeted past, I could not help but notice that many of my posts are subconscious cries for attention. It was as if something inside of me were saying, “Someone will read this, and they will laugh- I’m funny, dammit!” I urge you to browse my previous tweets; even if only a few. I’m certain you’ll have no trouble picking out some about which I’m writing.
I know I’m not the only one who does this; I’ve read it in your feed. Browse through your own posts and, as you’re tweeting in the future; later today, tomorrow, a month from now, think about the following: Are you secretly hoping for a retweet? Are you trying to be funny? Who do you hope will read your nonsense? And, if you do get that retweet, what are you looking to gain?