I’ve been Twittering for a week now. It’s been OK. Quite entertaining. That’ll wear off I expect. Or perhaps not, as I’ve realised the compelling thing about Twitter is that it’s just so damn easy. Like blogging but without the thought or effort. I can see why people like it.
I am following 19 other people’s Twits (I think the official term might be Tweet, but I like Twit so much better) and have 10 people following mine. Clearly there’s some overlap in these two groups. In fact, in the Venn diagram of my Twitter universe, the circle containing my followers sits entirely within the circumference of the one containing my followees. I realise that true Twitting power comes when the reverse is the case. I am never likely to attain that.
The thing that struck me is that all those people that I’m following are male. Not a girl among them. Obviously 19 isn’t the biggest sample but looking at some of the other Twitterers with which I’m linked, there don’t seem to be many women around.
It might be, of course, that they have better things to do with their time. Or perhaps that they’re generally later adopters of the latest geek porn…but then Twitters been around for a while now, hasn’t it?
Some might say that asking a member of the fairer sex to say anything in fewer than 140 characters is nigh on impossible (I wouldn’t, of course).