Like many writers, I spend a fair amount of time each day combing through Twitter, one of the planet’s more frenetic social-media locales. In case you have never darkened its door, I’ll explain that Twitter offers a frothy, unholy mix of breaking-news updates, on-point opinion pieces, barely-there hot takes, giddy Internet absurdities, and a daily crop of short homemade videos, often featuring things such as piano-playing cats — or, in the case of one recent viral sensation, Donald Trump getting struck by fake lightning, his orbital sockets lighting up from inside his skull like a macabre, half-price Christmas ornament.
Twitter, in short, has its highs and its lows. If Twitter magically became sentient one day and you asked it the classic job-interview question “What’s your greatest weakness?” it certainly wouldn’t be smart enough to reply, like the hundreds of thousands of college graduates in the decades before it, that it works too hard or cares about the job too much or can’t stop secretly bringing the boss-man giant, sagging bags of untraceable gold doubloons.
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