When non-social media peeps dismiss twitter and blogging as self-interested updates about what we had for lunch and what we're watching on telly, I am gobsmacked.
Especially if it's a journalist dissing social media.
All the huge worldwide events and tragedies have broken on twitter first. It's been the go-to place for all big news updates, especially during natural disasters. Tweets flood in on where to go and where to help out. Who is okay, who need help? Which areas are affected?
When the Qld flood clean-up was going on, a call was put out for drinking water for volunteers working along a particular street in Rocklea, I got in my little car, drove to a nearby shop, filled the back seat with water, and drove to the closest point I could to the floodbound area of Rocklea. And began handing out chilled bottles of water to thirsty, mad-spattered volunteers.
I'm not a saint, and I'm not sharing this for praise.
I'm sharing this to show the power of twitter.
Emergency services couldn't get everywhere. But the People's Army could, and they needed a hand.
Physically, I couldn't do a lot to help, because of my arthritis. Financially, I couldn't help a lot either. But I could bloody well use all the spare cash in the house to buy water and drive to the area that needed it, and hand it out.
And that, my dears, is the power of twitter.
But it's more than that.
I've made fantastic friends via twitter. And blogging.
People of all ages and from all walks of life. People I NEVER would have come across in 'real' life. And people with whom I have so much in common, despite geography, career, income, marital status and/or sexual orientation.
I've never had an internet romantic relationship, but I sure have met some lovely people and developed some great Girl Crushes on people who rock.
Recently, a blogger I admire, VegemiteVix, from the other side of the world, let me know she was in Bris. Vegas and keen for a meet up. The lovely Nikki from StylingYou joined us, and OMG, we nattered on for ages.