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We need a special name for these long form tweets!
Yet another pass through the cycle that periodically afflicts me.
With a soupçon of "I have all these blog topics half-drafted; why do I never finish them or reply to comments?" and a dash of "I seem to be so destractable and irritable lately."
I did eventually figure out that one of the reasons I was doing long-form tweeting is my perception that more people will read a storify than a blog post (unless it's on medium, *snort*). Which, (a) aargh, whatever, this is not a productive of my focus, and (b) I'm not widely read anyhow. [footnote]
I also keep running into the situation where I'm capable of being ridiculously diplomatic in situations where I believe it's called for (basically, any situation which has already become fraught), but in pretty much any other situation I am my father's daughter. I call that "assuming that in any non-politicized situation everyone is an adult and is willing to speak frankly with each other and hear frank and open opinions", though I suppose my father probably would have called it "not having time for assholes". To be fair, he also would have said something to the effect of "you're your father's daughter, and we're both assholes."
(Sometimes I miss the hell out of my dad. ♥♥♥♥♥)
This has led to the odd situation where some people believe I am incredibly diplomatic and can be called on to moderate awkward conversations, and some people think I am a bull in a china shop and should not be allowed out in public. Both of which are actually situationally true! But twitter, in any case, is one of the situations where it will not occur to me to be incredibly diplomatic, even though almost by his very nature it is already fraught.
It was at this point that I recalled I could disable Echofon notifications on my phone.
I'm hoping this will stick.
Footnote:
Certainly I'm not widely read in the accessibility community, where I'd like to have some influence. On the one hand this is deeply frustrating, because I do have a lot to add to that conversation with respect to technology, usability, and standards. On the other hand, that arguably means I can burn bridges freely.
Which, as I watch (as I have over the last decade) women, people with disabilities, and people of color get shunted to the side in accessibility standards making, accessibility voices cited, and people in the field given credit for their work, is something I have been considering more and more lately. If I'm not going to be allowed to help improve the accessibility of the web as a whole, why not focus on improving the accessibility of individual websites? I am too practical to bang my head against this particular wall forever.
Also, today was my first real mansplain! (Since its coinage.) I mean a For Serious dude in my mentions Calmly Explaining Me Things, when it became clear via three separate threads that he had no idea what he was talking about, and I, who had assumed he knew more than I did because he was so confident about it, was the more more knowledgeable of the two of us.
I was grimly thinking last week about the great day in the future when I will be able to burn all of those aforementioned bridges and speak a truth or too about the way things happen in the accessibility community, when I remembered the also aforementioned "the accessibility community doesn't particularly value my voice." Which again, means I can be tactless enough to make a post such as, say, this one, without even worrying about ticking people off. I could even link to it from twitter, honestly, although that would arguably be counter-productive for my own mental health.
- Follow professional colleagues on twitter.
- Be relatively quiet and well-behaved on twitter because it's a professional forum.
- Follow more social justice folks on twitter because that's where they are.
- Tweet more about politics because these issues are important.
- Get stressed about tweeting about politics because I'm inexplicably followed on twitter by my boss, my grandboss, my great-grandboss, and my CEO.
- Get equally stressed about tweeting during the workday because see above, even though I'm responsible about when I check it.
- Hope they have me muted.
- Follow lots of people using twitter as a long-form platform because the New Web is weird, y'all.
- Start to long-form tweet because I pick up the languages of cultures I'm immersed in far too quickly.
With a soupçon of "I have all these blog topics half-drafted; why do I never finish them or reply to comments?" and a dash of "I seem to be so destractable and irritable lately."
I did eventually figure out that one of the reasons I was doing long-form tweeting is my perception that more people will read a storify than a blog post (unless it's on medium, *snort*). Which, (a) aargh, whatever, this is not a productive of my focus, and (b) I'm not widely read anyhow. [footnote]
I also keep running into the situation where I'm capable of being ridiculously diplomatic in situations where I believe it's called for (basically, any situation which has already become fraught), but in pretty much any other situation I am my father's daughter. I call that "assuming that in any non-politicized situation everyone is an adult and is willing to speak frankly with each other and hear frank and open opinions", though I suppose my father probably would have called it "not having time for assholes". To be fair, he also would have said something to the effect of "you're your father's daughter, and we're both assholes."
(Sometimes I miss the hell out of my dad. ♥♥♥♥♥)
This has led to the odd situation where some people believe I am incredibly diplomatic and can be called on to moderate awkward conversations, and some people think I am a bull in a china shop and should not be allowed out in public. Both of which are actually situationally true! But twitter, in any case, is one of the situations where it will not occur to me to be incredibly diplomatic, even though almost by his very nature it is already fraught.
It was at this point that I recalled I could disable Echofon notifications on my phone.
I'm hoping this will stick.
Footnote:
Certainly I'm not widely read in the accessibility community, where I'd like to have some influence. On the one hand this is deeply frustrating, because I do have a lot to add to that conversation with respect to technology, usability, and standards. On the other hand, that arguably means I can burn bridges freely.
Which, as I watch (as I have over the last decade) women, people with disabilities, and people of color get shunted to the side in accessibility standards making, accessibility voices cited, and people in the field given credit for their work, is something I have been considering more and more lately. If I'm not going to be allowed to help improve the accessibility of the web as a whole, why not focus on improving the accessibility of individual websites? I am too practical to bang my head against this particular wall forever.
Also, today was my first real mansplain! (Since its coinage.) I mean a For Serious dude in my mentions Calmly Explaining Me Things, when it became clear via three separate threads that he had no idea what he was talking about, and I, who had assumed he knew more than I did because he was so confident about it, was the more more knowledgeable of the two of us.
I was grimly thinking last week about the great day in the future when I will be able to burn all of those aforementioned bridges and speak a truth or too about the way things happen in the accessibility community, when I remembered the also aforementioned "the accessibility community doesn't particularly value my voice." Which again, means I can be tactless enough to make a post such as, say, this one, without even worrying about ticking people off. I could even link to it from twitter, honestly, although that would arguably be counter-productive for my own mental health.
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Today was the kind of day where I wrote things like "I have already spoken to [someone] and he has said matters [related to the roundly inaccessible chairs] are being taken care of, or this email would be much less friendly" in an email that was very, very unfriendly and had HR and my manager in the cc.
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I stumbled on a nifty technique for longer posts, which makes them easier to read on the timeline and easier to find to Storify. Tweet part 1, then reply to it with part 2, and reply to part 2 for part 3, and so on!
I!ve noped out of Twitter cause it just moves too fast. Which is a pity, cause I do so love the snark-and-go ethic.
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Social interaction online is so different from in person. We pretend like we're the same people online, and like other people are the same, but it doesn't work like that. It seems, at least, like online everyone is both more willing to express honest opinions and less willing to give others the benefit of the doubt about theirs.
I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said a billion times in the last 20 years, of course. But the more online is part of our "real world," the more powerful implications those benefit-of-the-doubt blind spots can have. As Pollyannaish as this is, what if everyone just spent a day bending over backwards to be nice on the internet? This is only tangentially related, but it's what I've been thinking about.
More related, do you have two Twitter accounts (work and social justice)? Might that be less stressful? Or does accessibility straddle both too much to split them?
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[OTOH, even as I am, well, not always civil on the Tsalmoth account, I'm aware that people at work or in my professional community could see that behavior (and without following me or otherwise making me aware).]
The point being, I definitely have two different Twitter "personalities," neither of which is a false one.
I have a lot of thoughts also on Twitter as long-form, especially since people Storify things so well, and others so poorly, and how RTs play with long-form, and goddamn it, what's wrong with blogging (and how exactly does Medium get credit for being anything but a blog anyway), and a whole bunch of others. Alas (as you can probably gather from my tweet-to-blog ratio these days), finding time to tease those thoughts out has been tough.