Many of my 11 faithful readers know that I spend an inordinate amount of time on Social Networking sites such as Twitter and FaceBook and then of course you can usually find me around the blogosphere too. On blogs, one normally finds a nice picture of the blogger so you can get an idea of whose work it is you are reading. Those who are concerned about privacy issues (and face it people anyone can find anyone these days – so give it up and get over it) will insert a picture of a nice flower or some other such item as their “gravatar” of choice. The same usually goes for FaceBook where, much like Cheers, everybody knows your name.
For some bizarre reason I cannot fathom on Twitter the pictures (or avatars) used of many women are just chock full of cleavage; major boobage spilling out the front of whatever and the picture is so concentrated on the “girls” that there isn’t even a face included. Now if I want to get to know your boobs, well, okay then let’s take a good look. But frankly, I’m not interested in how squished together your mammaries are, nor do I care how humongous they may be in that little picture. And here’s the real kicker…if that’s what you portray to the Twitter world, I’m not going to follow you because there’s a good bet you have nothing of any value to say to me, or anyone else for that matter.
My friend Sueanne will back me up on this as she has attempted to help ladies understand how to handle boobage on her own fashionista blog (with the help of her extraordinary handcrafted jewelry…shop from her, trust me). And I know we both agree on this point — if all you bring to the Twitter table is your “pointies” – hit the road.
Really, ladies, I know many of us fantasize about being strumpets with our leather or lace, etc. But on Twitter where the entire world is watching – kindly cover up and use a little good taste when choosing how we all see you and your assets.
Class dismissed…I need to get back to tweeting something terribly important…sigh…