I saw more of Twitter this week than I have done for months. I was back in there because I had been wondering if I might have to reluctantly concede that it’s useful for enticing new paid subscribers. (It’s not difficult to get free ones. It’s getting someone to decide that what you’re doing is worth any money that’s harder.) The exercise was a complete fizzer, though, so I’m thinking no, don’t bother with any more of that, let’s think of something else.
But while I was there, answering the odd tweet and looking around, I remembered exactly why I had quit.
It still has the good stuff that drew me in the first place: sharp insights, funny lines, warm communities of good people. But the toxicity hanging over so much of it is a lousy experience. One instance in particular really got to me this week.
