It all started with an Evil League of Evil Applicant who spoiled the long awaited surprise as to who was on the upcoming and recently released Dr. Horrible DVD. As an aside, my name wasn’t mentioned and truthfully, I’m not disappointed. It was a lot of fun being a part of that specific fandom.
As I deleted the person with the serious delusions of grandeur from my list (he didn’t make it either), I went through my Twitter list and started removing people that I would probably never speak to in real life as well. Sorry @wilw, while I enjoy some of your conversations with your Itunes, I will probably never have the opportunity to hang out with you in real life. The same for Felicia Day. It’s cool that she’s an uber geek into World of Warcraft, but really, will I ever get to sing with her or even share a non-fat latte when I’m impossibly skinny and cute?
I think not.
While I am not knocking these two celebrities who have embraced the digital world, I want to avoid being caught in the trap that a lot people are finding themselves. Apps like Twitter are not only a voyeuristic haven for those who have bigger dreams for themselves but also offer crushing disappointment. The bigger a person becomes on these social networking sites, the less of a chance the common folk have in engaging in any sort of discussion. This is not the fault of the celebrity. If I had a billion followers and was uber popular, I’d have a hard time keeping up with all the @replies as well. I am not doling out blame here to the people involved.
I won’t stop Twittering, but I’m very aware that just because some celebrities have the technical know-how doesn’t mean I should fall into that sticky pit of watching their every move. Paparazzi started with the popularity of just a few pictures.
Maybe there will come a day where I’m having coffee and vegetarian lasagna with people far above my social status and recognizability, but until that day that I receive an @reply, are your tweets really my business?