Look at me! Look at me!

So this morning around 10:13 a.m., I read a piece in HuffPo about a possible alternative chronology to the New Testament that puts a new spin on things. I thought it was an interesting concept. I RTd the link, though I forgot from whom I lifted it.

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My friend replied:

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Another friend replied:

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We had a nice little chat about that that lasted all of about 1/2 hour. Then I had to go do grownup things like work and take care of the gas leak I had and arrange for a plumber and new water heater.

And then this guy shows up SIX HOURS LATER:

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And that’s where he started the fight without bothering to ask us to define our terms first. (First rule of Twitter when butting into a convo you want to involve yourself in: ask for clarification from the participants first. You’ll probably get a nice response and a welcome to the convo so long as you can keep it civil, even if you disagree.) Regrettably, we engaged for about three tweets each before we figured out he had no home training and blocked him.

But before I did, I did a little preliminary snoopage, as per SOP when strangers with an attitude butt into my convo six hours after said convo has been put to bed. Matthew Reeves is 20. He writes YA. How sweet of him. How…20 years old of him.

I was 20 once. It was a nice year. I had fun. And yeah, I thought I knew everything, too.

So! He’s blocked and I go back to harrassing @mikecane, as per usual, interspersed with some time spent making my son do manual labor, and Matthew Reeves continues to rant at us, but who cares, right? Because we can’t see it and there are soooo many more interesting people on Twitter who really CAN school us on something.

But apparently Matthew Reeves needs to broadcast his point of view to the world, so without further ado, and because I’m occasionally a nice mommy to my own know-it-all son, I’m going to assist him in this endeavor:

Dude, I’m A Historian (but not in the subject being discussed).

Bless his heart, picking a fight with two people he doesn’t know who are old enough to have shot him out of our vaginas, and is now mad because we won’t pay him any mind. Precious. Just precious.

And now he’s disillusioned.

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Go away, kid. Ya bother me.

4 thoughts on “Look at me! Look at me!

  • September 1, 2012 at 12:29 am

    I think the odds were pretty high, given how he conducts himself.

    Love the use of unprofessional in this context.

  • September 1, 2012 at 9:09 am

    Oh, I’ll have to keep this in mind when school starts again and I can’t afford to smack down the pretentious ones that way because it’s my job to take their bullshit with a smile. You go, lady!

  • September 1, 2012 at 9:58 am

    Thanks, Meoskop and Estara. I am firmly of the belief this person has nothing better to do, like…a job. Like…adults.

  • September 1, 2012 at 10:28 am

    This whole lovely episode made me think about the “public” nature of Twitter, which Mr Charming used to justify his behavior: we were speaking in public, therefore it was his right/duty to enlighten us.

    Sure, Twitter is public, like a sidewalk is public. But what kind of person would think it was fine to break into a conversation among total strangers at a bus stop to aggressively correct their “wrong” views? Yeah . . . usually a dude in a tinfoil hat, or maybe a granny who thinks she knows better than you how to raise your kids. I ignore those people and move away as fast as possible. Not sure why this guy expected a different result on social media.


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