Tweet, Tweet

My daughter E got all excited the other day. Every few minutes or so, her computer would go ping, ping, heralding yet another message on her Twitter account. Something was happening on the ethernet. It goes like this: a twenty-something blogger had said something not so very nice about Philippine fashion at a breakfast with Nina Garcia in New York. And the tweeting community of our local fashionistas stomped out in their stilettos and started tweeting away.

Everybody had to have their say: the girl is not an authority (From the way she dresses that's obvious), the girl should have thought of presenting her country in a better light (At her age, she might not have thought of that), etc., etc. But before long, the comments became a bit nasty: the girl does not know anything about fashion (In fairness to the girl, she knows something about fashion naman but maybe not a whole lot, yet), the girl is not famous (As if being famous has anything to do with knowing what's right or wrong, or what's good or bad), etc. etc.

It was like one giant catfight, pitting one camp against another. For a while, it was quite amusing. But when one 25-year-old girl turned bitchy and flashed the "c" word on one of the players, I was out of there. It was like "kanto" talk in more "sosyal" surroundings. Not nice.

And at the end of the day, nothing was resolved, nothing changed.

Tweet, tweet!