Blonde's Eye View: Twitter's bad manners
Angela Clarke learns it's bad to be too polite on the internet
My Twitter account's been suspended. Forget the FTSE 100 and the latest Russia/US tensions: I cannot access cat videos.
My life is over. My career is crumbling. I am doomed to obscurity and destitution, and never having a use for the hashtag key again.
What crime did I commit to get suspended from a social networking site that apparently turns a blind eye to those who send rape and bomb threats? I said thank you 146 times.
The combination of one of my tweets going viral, and my incessant need to thank all those who retweet me was the Twitter equivalent of whipping out a ticking rucksack on the Tube. The retribution was swift and succinct.
Once I'd screamed to the gods, rent my garments, and ticked the box promising I wouldn't make this heinous infraction again, my account was reinstated.
Whatever computer wizardry detected the recurring nature of my tweets, didn't read or understand the content. It just assumed I was pushing ladyboy accounts and shut me down. For once, manners failed me.
I'm a big fan of manners. It is good to mind your Ps and Qs. If you ever feel yourself straying into self-important twittery, and snapping at shop staff, punch yourself in the face.
No matter how much money you earn, your time is not worth more than someone else's. Everyone has their own pains and priorities: respect them. Being polite gives you a warm feeling in your stomach.
It is also often advantageous: when faced with stubbornness or indifference it's amazing how much a good "nice-ing" helps. Manners make you and others happy.
Manners cost nothing. Except, evidently, Twitter accounts.
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