Twitter Titter


Tweety can be an arsehole, if you want.

Are you on Twitter yet?

No doubt you’re on Facebook – and no doubt you’ve somehow ended up on LinkedIn, even if you didn’t want to be.  LinkedIn is like “Hey Jude” at the end of an event.  You are subjected to it, even if you didn’t ask to be.

My own mother, aged 72, has somehow ended up with a LinkedIn account she knew nothing about.  What with that and the Ask toolbar, it’s all a bit terrifying for her really.

But back to Twitter.  Last night was the final of MasterChef New Zealand: Couples.  Twitter lit up like a Mexican fireworks dodging session over the teams – Team Purple with Jaimie and Bec, and Team Pink with Karena and Kasey.

Pink were the favourites, going by the running commentary:  Go Pink, Go Hard Pink, Go Hard Team Pink.

Purple were the not-favourites. There was a reason for that.  Their cooking was exemplary but sometimes Jaimie’s manner was exhausting to watch, although she would be a formidable head chef and it’s likely that she’ll end up in that position.

I could see that during the previous episodes, she was making Team Purple increasingly unpopular with viewers too.  But last night Twitter really let itself down for this team.

What is it about devices and computers that makes us so sure we can say whatever we like?  This blog for example.  It’s all my opinion, all my own writing, no one else’s.  Supposedly, I can say what I like.  However, I also attach my name to the blog and my photograph and take complete responsibility for what I say.

On Twitter (and in emailing and so on) things are quite different.  Let’s just say that Twitter could suit someone who likes to use aliases, is venomous, likes slinging allegations about people around, likes to threaten people and try to intimidate and back all of this behaviour up with an external rationale for why it is happening.

A bully is a bully.  They are born that way.  It is IN them, like racism is.  A bully will choose the high conflict, even public route, even if the low conflict, private route is easier and less costly.  Why?  Because the high conflict model (to them) has greater returns for the bully.  More engagement with their target, the narcissistic pleasure they experience in feeling powerful over their supposed victim.

Anyway.  Back to Jaimie and Bec.  They did not deserve the vitriol aimed at them last night on Twitter.  People swore at them, told them to fuck off, even spoke about physical attributes: it was not nice.  We can think things, people, we don’t have to say them on a public forum.

My feeling is that in a reality show, there always has to be the ‘disliked’ team – often this is established early on by that team anyway – and producers roll with that – it makes for compelling viewing after all.  I’m just sayin’.  It’s not called “Nice Guy MasterChef”.

Having said all of that, congrats to Team Pink – Karena and Kasey Bird – two classy chicks who are going to be huge stars on the New Zealand culinary scene – especially if they don’t sell out and end up advertising wedges at Countdown.

Oh yeah.  And go sign up for Twitter.  It’s huge good fun too.

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