Oh, please, no more: At least with the hula hoop fad, someone was getting exercise. I prefer to talk to my real friends and have real experiences. Isn’t this the complete fulfillment of Aldous Huxley’s vision in Brave New World? We’re amusing ourselves to death. One day we’re going to wake up and every Twitter post will simply be, “Me, me, me, me.” Outside will be a howling wilderness of shriveled civilization bereft of ideas and reason.
Relax. You’re killing a fly with a shotgun. Nothing limited to 140 characters can do as much harm as you’re suggesting. Plus, Shaq tweets!
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with backward mutters of dissevering power 