I remember my mother saying this. It struck me as an odd thing to say. It no longer seems remotely odd. I know exactly what she meant. It’s just that I’m years too late in having a good conversation with her on the subject.
The thing that’s prompted my thought is my present need to engage on social media in a far more energetic way than I’ve ever wanted to do. I’ve used a computer since the early 90s, but I’ve barely bothered with Facebook and other such sites. Now I must. Today I penetrated into the nether reaches of LinkedIn and dared a post. I then linked it to Facebook and Twitter. Have I ever tweeted? I can’t remember. Who on earth will see a tweet of mine? You need followers. Followers used to mean the young lads who would hang around a kitchen door waiting for a parlourmaid to come off duty. Or so I picked up from novels of the early twentieth century.
Now it’s the 21st century, and even politics is conducted by tweet. Very soon I shall retire gracefully from the fray. I’ve just one more job to do: help promote “White Lies” among book bloggers. See
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