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I created a Twitter account on June 24, 2011. Between then and when Elon Musk acquired the service and later changed the name to X, I tweeted exactly zero times. Since then I’ve posted even less.
It’s not that I didn’t plan to at first. I’d figured it might be fun to be sarcastic in short sentences, and that I might even be good at it. Even in middle age, there’s still a teenage boy within me waiting to smart off. The impulse never goes away.
Then I thought about whether that really was what I wanted to be known for, assuming I could even stand out in the cacophony.
I also noticed that people on Twitter frequently seemed to get into disputes characterized by the competitive spray of amber-colored fluid. Yeah, OK, pissing matches. I’m never a fan of that prideful activity.
So I never tweeted. Though I did notice that many of my colleagues in journalism found constructive uses for Twitter.
But also nonconstructive ones. To each their own, but I think it’s better for newsroom journalists to maintain an aura of mystery in their public presentation, and for even opinion journalists to maintain an ecumenical sense of nuance and exploration. All journalists of course have a point of view. They’re people, and they have as much stake in our democracy as anyone else. We expect them to set their views aside as appropriate in their work, just as we expect a trip to an opinionated barber to produce a shapely trim free of blood. In my experience, most journalists — especially at the local and regional levels — are trying to be evenhanded in their work. Some let their hair down on social media, and it doesn’t help with perceptions.