Life hashtags

I'm writing for the sake of it. In case you've been staring at this here page since May 5 awaiting the next act, I'm sorry. But I'm recompensing now with a bumper edition, avid reader; in topic, not in size.

It's Twitter-related.

Specifically, it's hashtag-related.

Tagging - outside of Twitter - is an exercise whereby words are used to sieve the irrelevance out of the word-bulk and situate a few key words in a compartment specifically designed to get more people involved in the otherwise solipsistic enterprise of web-blogging. But with Twitter, there's no such compartment. Every word essentially has an implicit hash tag.

And?

Well, it goes like this: hashtags are the equivalent of The Man having a dishwater conversation only to intersperse it with a one off Tourette's-esque episode based on the shrieking of the phrase MADELINE MCCANN!!!!!!. Preceded, as read, with triangularbracket-bee-othertriangularbracket etc, like a twat.

The word is there. Like recently, atp/camdencrawl/tge/bbcqt. It's dumbing down, isn't it? It's elitism gone wrong, that's for sure.

Well is that like life? Perhaps. In fact, definitely.

They're great fun for (consciously self-depreciating) writers like myself who add them wittily. I've used ones like #originalityepitomised before. But that's funny and great because it's me, and because it's... actually, is it? It's like some strange Director's commentary.

It's about order, again.

It's all about order, again.

And the end of this is akin to Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind. Or something.