CalicoJack’s Excellent Twitter Adventure

I have to say that I don’t really get Twitter. I’ve got a tweeter that I use nearly every day to spew my meager 140 character messages out into the world every day, but I don’t really get it. Who knew something so simple and easy could be so hard? Who knew?

One of the things I didn’t get — and still don’t quite honestly — is that when perfectly rational snarky, sarcasticky, and profaney people go on Twitter, they automatically check those excellent personal qualities at the login page. Either that or someone has been fiddling with the bar on over-the-top snarky and sarcasticky statements again because it is way too high! I guess the trolls have floated that bar to the top of their cesspool. Thanks Obama!

So, @VABVOX otherwise known as Victoria Brownworth. I was a little leery to include her name and links and stuff, but I’m not doxxing her. She’s out. It’s on a public forum. And, nothing really bad has happened. But, it is just weird in so many ways. It is just weird to me. Maybe it’ll be weird to you, I don’t know. But, do tell me what you think in the comments about using her name and links here and the whole strange occurrence.

The Seeds of Discord

Here’s the original tweet and my response.

The original tweet

If you want to follow the entire thing, you can follow the link to the tweet. My mom just called with a big I told you so! She’s always been so sure that my “sense of humor” would get me in trouble one day, and she thinks this is it. If she only knew! And, by that, I don’t mean anything, mom, so don’t ask!

Full disclosure: A week or so ago,I read a tweet by @VOBVOX about the electoral college for all love! I can’t even remember what she tweeted; I looked for it, but twitter can be hard. Whatever it was, I felt like she was misrepresenting the way states award their electors, so I answered her that most states are winner take all — they are, it is a perfectly true statement. I think she may have said something like they hadn’t done their job, now that I’m mulling it all over again.

There are some nuances here. I don’t think, but I could be wrong, so please correct me if you actually know, that no state legislates that their electors vote for the majority vote getter of the state, but it’s been that way in practice with a few exceptions. She told me I was mansplaining and she wasn’t havin’ it. I didn’t think I was, but what do I know, I’m only a man.

Eventually, it got to Sanders — why do all political discussions between liberals/ progressives get to Sanders — whom she believes is running for president in 2020 because he’s out making speeches and raising money. Fair enough. But, I point out that he will be 75 in 2020 and not likely to run at that age. She points out that he is 75 now and will be 80 in 2020. Okay. Fine. She remarks that we’re fighting. I say we’re not. She corrected my facts, so we’re fighting. I say she corrected his age, and that ain’t much of a fight.

A bit more, and she tells me that I don’t know much about politics, so she’ll give me a pass. I tell her that she’s condescending and been on Twitter too long. Whatever. But, it seems like she’s playing the I am an award winning reporter card, so she has true facts and I have stupid opinions that don’t stack up and surely I must be trolling her or something.

In short, the entire exchange is ridiculous.

Earlier Today the Tweeting Starts

So, earlier today, I see her tweet about men being utterly befuddled and stuff. It gets to me, so I snark off back to her wondering if she will realize I’m being snarky. To me the statement, “What can women say that men haven’t” is utterly ridiculous, and that extending the remark to “What can Clinton say that Sanders hasn’t?” riffs off of his criticism of her book tour shortly after his. I mean, seriously, can we be even more 12th grade homeroom with this?

I’m at an International Baccalaureate  workshop, and my phone starts blowing up as they say nowadays. I check in a quiet moment, and I’ve got 65 twitter notifications. As some twitterer pointed out most helpfully, I have 70 followers so I must be a bot. I have 72 followers, so there! And if you can’t recognize that as self-deprecating tongue-in-cheek sarcasm, you must be dead. I don’t know. I haven’t heard back from her.

With 72 followers, though, I’m lucky to get a notification a week much less 65 in a day. So, I check, and it’s people responding with outrage at what I thought was over-the-top sarcasm that surely everyone and her Russian-bot dog would recognize. Now, here’s the really interesting part.

Almost no one is truly ugly. About the worst of it was, “You should be throat punched.” I answered that I did not agree. Sheesh. Really? Most people were some version of Man, that’s fucked up. I’m pretty amused — did I mention that my super power is being easily amused? — but also nervous because I’ve heard about these situations turning abusive. Not that I’m too worried about it. They’re tweets for god’s sake. It’s not like I’ll plunged in Hitchcock’s The Birds or anything: They is only birds Suzanne Pleshette’s character! Don’t let them peck your eyes out and die from their magic! Wring they little necks and flap your arms about! Doxxing is something else, but tweets. Meh.

There was a fair number of, If this is sarcasm, it fails. Fair enough. It clearly did. Communication is a two-way street. It consists of both the message I intend to send and the one that is received. They never match perfectly, but the further apart they are the worse the communication and the more likely it is that a misunderstanding will result. I get that. I may not be an award winning reporter or anything else, but I am a social scientist and teacher. I get it.

I also get that anger begets anger. People react angrily to someone being angry at them no matter what the circumstances, so I’m very judicious with my anger. I am not angry now or at any point. Befuddled, bemused, confused, apprehensive, yes yes and yes, but not angry.

Feeling Understood

There were even people who stated that they had checked out my profile and blog and stated that I was being sarcastic. One blessed soul even posted that that was Calico being sarcastic. It was very familiar, so it was gratifying. I guess, that was my biggest reaction was that of being misunderstood.

Being understood is a fundamental necessity in life. It is the foundation of all successful psychotherapy. I constantly wanted to explain myself. I thought if they only knew… It’s also the foundation of  most fights since most are based on, if I just explain my side of it one more time, the other person will understand and agree with me. They won’t and they won’t. Anger begets anger, remember?

After a bit of thought, I decided that I should apologize to everyone. It’s only 140 characters including the @whoevers, so explaining yourself isn’t easy. I apologized and explained that I had failed at my attempt at sarcasm. I am sorry. There wasn’t a lot of consternation expressed, but we live in a world with too much vitriol. To add to it makes me feel bad. To  each person I could, I tweeted a personal apology.

But, you know I was in a workshop and trying to do it in breaks and lulls, so I was in a hurry. Several things happened:

  • I tweeted @VOBVOX about a dozen times with my apologies because I copied the first one and pasted it into each tweet. I realized almost immediately that she would see each one and it would fill up her notifications, but, I was in a hurry. After a while though, I regretted the choice, and began deleting her @. You know. No use in really pissing her off by bombing her notifications box with repetative apologies.
  • Then, Twitter blocked me because I was behaving like a bot! I had to get a verification code (644104) to unblock my account. So, now I had to start changing up my apologies to prevent myself from being bottish. It didn’t work, though. A tweeter was on to me and my 70 followers marking me as a known bot. 72 FOLLOWERS, dammit! 72! Seriously, that’s sarcasm, y’all.
  • There was some first class snark coming at me, too. Some people are genuinely funny even if they are insulting you. I tweeted to let them know how much I appreciated there sense of snark.
  • A another surprise came when people started tweeting me that they appreciated the clarification. You know that was real human contact over the twitter waves there. I felt understood. i felt like those people got it. I felt like I had reached them and they had reached me.
  • Lastly, I got three or four more followers today! I got people saying, I’m following you because you apologized to so many or I’m following you because you is a snarky, sarcasticky, profaney mo’fo’! Those people made me happy. I’m following them, too.

Apologies and Mea Culpas

Just so you know, an apology has three parts: (1) Sincerity. You have to be sincerely sorry and apologetic. You have to feel it and mean it. And, I do. I’m sorry because adding stress to already stressful lives was not my goal. I failed in my communication, and, instead of amusing,, I consternated people. To each and every one, I sincerely apologize. I made your life just a little worse today. Stress, after all, is additive.

(2) You have to promise not to do it again. And, I will learn from this experience. I am an autistic looking for rules. I learned the rules of humor and sarcasm along time ago, and I’ve been making good use of them ever since. As implied, sarcasm has to be so over-the-top that it is ridiculous, but just credible enough to leave the door to doubt ajar just a bit. I failed at that balance in part because I didn’t fully appreciate how coarse our discourse had become. People read that and believed it — some even responded to my apology saying that they’d seen people saying similar but being serious about it.

Man, the world is fucked up today and i added to it. The other problem that I have with what I did was that I made it more likely that a reader who took me seriously and had a misogynistic streak would be more likely to act on it at their next opportunity. That’s fucked. I’m sorry. I won’t be doing it again. Twitter is a powerful device.

And (3) you have to do something to make it up to the offended party. Other than making a very public mea culpa, making a concerted effort to reach everyone who answered the tweet, and communicate my apology and promise to push my sarcasm to even greater extremes in the future, I don’t know what else I can do. But, if someone has some ideas, please let me know in the comments.

Tweeting Redux


Now, here’s the kicker, though. I answered @VOBVOX at 8:30ish according to the time stamp. At about 8:32, she asked if was joking. At 8:34 she posted this pair of tweets quoting my tweet. I hadn’t started my extended mea culpa, yet, but I didn’t come across them until the evening hours after all this happened. I felt a little betrayed. I can’t help it. It seems mean some how or exploitative. I don’t think it is, though.

Twitter is fast. Faster than Facebook. You jump into those waters, you have to expect to be swept along in their heady stream.  @VABVOX asked for a clarification, but can you blamer for not waiting five hours for my answer before using my tweet to make her point about misogyny in our culture? No, not really. It is our reality. We adapt to reality, not the other way around.

A part of our reality is to be assumed to be a troll. When in doubt assuming trolling and fire back with everything you’ve got to put that damn troll in his place. Trolls are vicious sadistic narcissistic Machiavellian assholes. You can’t give them an inch. If you catch a good-natured snarky, sarcasticky, profaney SOB in that net, it is collateral damage.

The remarkable thing is that more people weren’t just threatening and vitriolic. I guess that’s a good thing. I guess it is a significant difference between liberals and conservatives nowadays.

5 replies »

  1. just keep repeating “most tweets are made by twits” and it all comes right in the end…I got the sarcasm of the first tweet, but then I read your blog. I wish there was a way to get the vox-lady to read the blog then maybe she’d behave instead of retweeting your sarcasticky stuff without understanding it. oh wait! there is! Just send a link to her of the blog. hopefully, she will pull her journalistic head out of her journalistic ass and say mea culpa.

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    • Howdy Suze!

      Being easily amused really is my superpower and it paid off in droves today. I’ve had a lot of fun with it. People are great if you take a moment to connect. If they reject your reach, move on. I’ve had some great 140-character interactions with people. Unfortunately, VOBVOX the award winning journalist isn’t one of them. I’ll send her the link, but I ain’t holding my breath.

      As always, thank you for your support. It really is the people you connect with that make life worth living.


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