Where's the beef in Twitter?
I have yet to feel compelled to tell folk what I’m doing each day, hour or minute. Nor do I have the patience to read what others are doing. Yet Twitter, or a variation thereof, is integrated into almost every social network — and, I admit, I’ll peak at someone’s tweek.
When I think of Twitter, I’m reminded of Clara Pelle (the little old lady who asked “Where’s the beef” in the famous 1984-85 Wendy’s commercials.
In the time that it took me to type this post, I could have twittered a zillion tweeks. But, like my friend Clara, I still don’t get “where’s the beef” in Twitter?
What do you get out of twittering?
