Social media is about connection. That is its value. You can be part of a community
without having to get dressed. At the important
end of the connection spectrum, you can join a revolt or demonstration and
bring down the government. At the trivial
end, you can ooh and ahh over your pals’ dessert choices.
What else? It’s a
forum, a way to be seen and heard. At the harmless end, “Look at me! Be impressed by my amazing
family/vacation/book cover/whatever.”
Or, on the harmful end of that spectrum, “Look at them! Be appalled/titillated
by choices they have made or had made for them.”
Thirdly, it’s a way to solicit help for a project. That’s why I’m posting today. This is NOT an opportunity to like my page or
come to my book launch or play a game with me. (Now I think of it, that is kind
of adorable. Anyone want to come out and
play?) No, this is about an apartment
for my daughter. She’s staying with me now. I love her to death but … but …
I’ll leave it at that. Anyone with teens or twenty-somethings
will know what I mean.
Come on, people. Prove the value of social media. There are literally
dozens of you out there. Who knows of a
place for rent in downtown Toronto? The
apartments she’s looked at over the last month or two were all snapped up by
insiders. Maybe they or their friends or
parents posted on social.
Call this an experiment.
Of course buying a lottery ticket is an experiment, too.
Meanwhile, please like this pic of my breakfast!
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