every pony does not need to ridden
I got as far as downloading the Clubhouse app to my phone, and my fingers froze desperately over the fateful “tap.”
ME: Ah crap, I’m thinking, not another social media platform. They’re like ice cream flavors of the week.
OTHER ME: But my friends are there! All these interesting movers and shakers are there! It’s my medium too—all talking, I whine. I’m missing oooouuuutttt. Please. Pleeeeease.
ME: Stop it, Summer.
Friends, I had a MySpace page. It was very hip and cool, and just by using the words hip and cool, you know exactly how
old hip and cool I am.
But then came Facebook like a steamroller, and we all became Facebook.