Mom, stop tweeting at the table! And another funny cartoon from The New Yorker
|The New Yorker, September 5, 2011|
A recent conversation between Philippe (my 21 year old son) and me:
Ph: What are you doing?
MK: Nothing. (While discretely trying to finish typing a tweet on my iPhone.)
Ph: Are you tweeting at the table?
MK: No, I just wanted to tell everyone about this great lunch that we're having together.
Ph: I can't believe this, you would have never let me tweet at the table. You would have said that I was being rude and told me to put my phone away.
MK: I know, but I just want to finish this tweet...
Ph: Mom, stop tweeting at the table!
I admit it - I'm a tweeter! But it's my children's fault. After all, they're the ones who suggested it in the first place. They just didn't know that I would have so much fun tweeting about everything from the trendy black toilet paper at Grazie (I mean seriously, have you ever seen black toilet paper before?) to the help wanted ad for a new masseuse when my regular one mentioned that I had gained a bit of weight (What does she expect? I live in Paris and am surrounded by delicious food!). OK, maybe I shouldn't have tweeted about that because then I noticed that people were taking sneak peeks at my stomach to see if she was right.
But I'm sure that it won't take long for my children to start seeing the benefits of tweeting since it's such a good mental workout. Think that I'm exaggerating? Then try taking a big important thought and condensing it down to a small important thought of 140 characters or less. Here's an example of when I couldn't do it and had to use two tweets:
Tweet 1: Crossing Swiss border to go shopping in France. Wanted to throw away glass bottles there but was told that "garbage tourism" is not allowed.
Tweet 2: Am I repatriating the garbage if I live in France and have French license plates or am I bringing in illegal garbage. Tricky question!