I love you. I get most of my news from my favorite columnists and websites from you. But I think it’s time for a break. It’s not you…it’s me. Wait…it is you.
I don’t understand what happened in the world of social media. It’s like the need to report it first overrides the need to report it right. Whatever happened to responsible journalism? Truth…just the facts. Twitter has become the ultimate gossip and rumor mill. A place where celebrities can speak directly to their fans, and for radio hosts, writers, and reporters to try to make themselves the story. Why this insatiable need to break the story first…even if it’s inaccurate?
I found myself stalking twitter all day yesterday…looking for news of what may happen with the NBA free agency. It became maddening. So and so said this, what if this….what if life went on and I heard the news last? So what?
So I did something crazy Twitter, I barely looked at you today, and you know what? It was liberating. I wasn’t worried, or anxious. My little phone sat back in the master bedroom while I searched for paint colors, made dinner and bathed my kids. I watched the evening news, searched the web, and didn’t care if the alerts were pinging and Facebook notifications were overflowing.
It’s amazing how you, twitter, have become the go to for everything. Before news is reported on television or the web, it is you that is constantly in the know. You are the biggest information conglomerate in the world. But you know what?
I don’t need to know. Not yet. I just need to put away the phone and read about it the old fashioned way.
On the internet in the morning.
My how things change, but will reporting ever be the same?