{"id":2387,"date":"2021-08-04T06:49:10","date_gmt":"2021-08-04T04:49:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2021\/08\/04\/a-moment-that-changed-me-i-realised-i-had-become-a-masochist-and-quit-twitter\/"},"modified":"2021-08-04T06:49:10","modified_gmt":"2021-08-04T04:49:10","slug":"a-moment-that-changed-me-i-realised-i-had-become-a-masochist-and-quit-twitter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2021\/08\/04\/a-moment-that-changed-me-i-realised-i-had-become-a-masochist-and-quit-twitter\/","title":{"rendered":"A moment that changed me: I realised I had become a masochist \u2013 and quit Twitter"},"content":{"rendered":"

Social media brought me better jobs, close friends and love. But I was ignoring the ways in which the constant criticism and approval were shaping my life<\/p>\n

In March 2009, I type in \u201ctwitter.com\u201d and sign up for the next 12 years of my life. I am 20, in my first year of uni. I have three friends and hate it here. But, on Twitter, I can talk to real music journalists<\/em>, my longed-for future people. Two years later, I move to London to work at NME. My social awkwardness makes life in a new city feel like dredging the Thames with baggy tights. On Twitter, however, I have blossomed into a magnificent little chaos magnet. Even on sad, drunk Friday nights in, my phone-sized kingdom glitters.<\/p>\n

Real life improved, often thanks to Twitter. It led me to John, still my boyfriend 10 years on, and many of my closest friends. Thanks to being a woman in a male-dominated field, the odd viral review and little talent for discretion, I ended up with 60,000 followers. I didn\u2019t take it that seriously, but acing my first popularity contest felt like winning Miss World, if she had bad posture and trigger-happy thumbs. Visibility brought better jobs and gave me a platform to retaliate against music\u2019s many dirtbags. The mute button silenced reply guys<\/a> and trolls, and I hadn\u2019t searched my name in years, ever since John likened that always-upsetting habit to self-harm \u2013 an overstatement that nevertheless rang true.<\/p>\n

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\nSocial media brought me better jobs, close friends and love. But I was ignoring the ways in which the constant criticism and approval were shaping my life
\nIn March 2009, I type in \u201ctwitter.com\u201d and sign up for the next 12 years of my life. I am 20, in my first year of uni. I have three friends and hate it here. But, on Twitter, I can talk to real music journalists, my longed-for future people. Two years later, I move to London to work at NME. My social awkwardness makes life in a new city feel like dredging the Thames with baggy tights. On Twitter, however, I have blossomed into a magnificent little chaos magnet. Even on sad, drunk Friday nights in, my phone-sized kingdom glitters.
\nReal life improved, often thanks to Twitter. It led me to John, still my boyfriend 10 years on, and many of my closest friends. Thanks to being a woman in a male-dominated field, the odd viral review and little talent for discretion, I ended up with 60,000 followers. I didn\u2019t take it that seriously, but acing my first popularity contest felt like winning Miss World, if she had bad posture and trigger-happy thumbs. Visibility brought better jobs and gave me a platform to retaliate against music\u2019s many dirtbags. The mute button silenced reply guys and trolls, and I hadn\u2019t searched my name in years, ever since John likened that always-upsetting habit to self-harm \u2013 an overstatement that nevertheless rang true. Continue reading…Technology | The Guardian<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Social media brought me better jobs, close friends and love. But I was ignoring the ways in which the constant criticism and approval were shaping my life In March 2009, I type in \u201ctwitter.com\u201d and sign up for the next 12 years of my life. I am 20, in my first year of uni. I …<\/p>\n

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