You’d think it would be hard to ignore someone who was intelligent, witty and stood at a towering 6’8” of chiselled delusion.
I love social media and spend a fair bit of time on it.
Late last month Mediaworks, in their latest fit of infinite wisdom, rebranded “3 News” as “Newshub”.
It took only slightly longer than the speed of light before Twitter lit up with comments and witty observations.
Most, like Michele A’Court, wondered what a “New Shub” was.
Being a veteran of the 1980’s I knew precisely what it was, because my parents had one in our old home – In fact, it’s still there! (see above).
So I told her:
A couple days rolled by, which saw me working around the house and trying not to melt playing cricket, so it wasn’t until Sunday morning that I had the time to see what the Twitterverse was up to and read some online news.
It was then I noticed an article posted on Stuff the day after the “Newshub” / “New Shub” Twitter debate.
“Hey, look!” I thought “They mention Michele’s tweet that I replied to!”
I read on further.
“Hey, look!” I thought again “They even use capital letters the same way I did to describe “SHower-bathtUB” to Michele and her reply to me!”
But something was missing: Me!
While I had provided what would appear to be reasonably crucial information that helped form the basis for the article, I somehow didn’t matter enough to get a mention.
I thought that was pretty stink.
So I asked why.
While fellow Twitterer Mark Reynolds provided a suitably tongue-in-tweet response, I’m still waiting for a reply from Stuff or the article’s author.
I’m all too used to being ignored but I’m no longer putting up with it.
And editing me out like that was pretty bad “Netiquette”.
My writing has been good enough to feature on Stuff Nation a few times before and the comments on those articles were thoughtful and made for good discussions, so why should a couple 140 character messages be any different?
Especially when my response was, like I said, pretty central to the article.
What I write or say might not be as the earth shattering as the holiday snaps or relationships of people who somehow qualify as “news” these days, but I like to think I’m at least trying to make a difference to problems that effect Hawke’s Bay and New Zealand.
I think that deserves some attention.
To paraphrase Amos Hart from the musical “Chicago” – “It’s time you stopped looking right through me, Walking right by me and never knowing I’m there!”
For once Napier in Frame deserves better…