I only know that (if it is correct) because I have a sister. If so, this could be the first step for me becoming a journalist for Rolling Stone (since their writers are to real writers as cheerleaders are to football players…or gymnasts, whichever analogy you prefer.)
That was a joke. I don’t even want to be a writer, although it seems like an easy job. I mean, I’d rather write than cook pizza (my current main source of income), but you could substitute many activities into the beginning of that sentence and it would still be true.
Actually, creating a Tumblr just seemed like the next correct course of action in the internet world. What started with Xanga, which was way too personal (like everything else in high school), and moved on to Myspace, which was way too ______ (insert all words with negative connotations), has now taken over the world via Facebook. Twitter is alright, but it’s just one big party with no party fouls and a million people conversing, one sentence at a time, (some only with themselves) at the same time. I love a good party, but sometimes you have to go home, and since all of our parents have made Facebook theirs, I’m moving to Tumblr, because nobody likes a twixter (which, if you are unfamiliar with the term, is somehow unrelated to Twitter).
So, cheers to Tumblr. May we enjoy it before it gets taken over by spam, or our parents.
