
Social media is not something I tend to engage with very often. Being the ornate contrarian that I am, I actively avoid almost all forms of interconnectivity. The only real use I have for it, other than observe the perverse arguments this kind of interactive anonymity affords, is an update on what atrocities are currently being perpetrated around the world. This is what Twitter was great for. Now however, it has gradually become a cesspit for many that define their personalities as well as themselves by their political allegiances. Revelling in the defeat of their opposition rather than their own victories. But my prevailing issue with Twitter, because I refuse to call it “X”, isn’t the supposed “far right propaganda”, the megalomaniac suppositions of [input political leaning here], or even the abundance of Ukrainian flags and pronouns in people’s bios. But the invasive commerclisation and the rampant pornography of the platform.
I’m not a prude. I like boobs. I believe boobs are an evolutionary marvel. Both a functional necessity for nourishing our offspring and an aesthetically pleasing sight for the world to admire. But I don’t need to scroll through the comment section of some obscure, retro gaming thread, to be “jump-scared” by some “only fans” unrelated video, exposing their chesticles?! There’s a time and a place for that sort of thing, and people reminiscing about the Sega Saturns untimely demise is not it! Now you could argue that I should simply adjust my settings to restrict this kind of content, or perhaps block them. But I shouldn’t have to damn it! I shouldn’t have to change my privacy policy to accommodate them. And just because I want to watch 2 women dressed as Eeyore and piglet getting bummed by Winnie “Pooh” on occasion, does not give these low rent porn stars the right to intrude on my Twitter feed!
So, having been intrigued by chatter alluding to a less “infectious” community of a Twitter like doppelganger that is “Blue Sky”, I decided to stumble into this emerging social platform. And though you still come across those “tolerant”, intolerant flag wavers, and Trump obsessed narcissists, both right and left leaning, it is certainly a community disheartened by the execrable pontificating of those that thrive on the friction of their political beliefs. But because it’s a much more modest community, it’s easier to discover related interests that aren’t engulfed by women advertising their surgically enhanced “assets”. It’s a fresh start. Like a great cleansing of your bowels after days of constipation. Emboldening your curiosity to discover others differing opinions, without the discourse descending into a stifling clamour of expletive disputatious and console elitism. Perhaps it’s still too soon to suggest that this will last. As with an increase in users, it’s only natural that there will be an escalation of stupid people, looking to engage with others in trivial feuds, simply because the anonymity afforded by social media provides them with the means to do so. But as Mark Twain once said: “Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience”. An issue that has persisted throughout many established social platforms.


