So, even though I'm not sure what it's for or how to do it, I decided to start using my Twitter account. (Yes, I have one. Way back in the heady days of 2008, a friend who is in publicity insisted I sign up. Technically my Twitter feed is now a toddler.)
It's strange how social media can reduce your inhibitions to basically zero.
There are things I won't write on my blog -- usually because it's either too much information to share on the Internet, or because I don't want to embarrass myself professionally somehow.
There are things I won't write on my facebook because I've lost the urge to try to be funny in a facebook post, and because I've realized I'm facebook friends with a lot of people who aren't real life friends so I'd rather not share too much.
And yet this morning, I seriously considered tweeting, "Narrowly avoided suffocation via knockoff Spanx. A near-death experience is a good way to start the day."
Clearly, after only 48 hours with Twitter, my e-inhibitions have plummeted.
I think I'm going to have to do a lot of pause-consider-execute or abandon analysis now that this new app is loaded on my phone. Undies talk isn't something to be bandied about lightly.