When I first saw this in the yeshiva world news coffee room, I almost spit my sprouted wheat-berry granola onto my birkenstocks. I had no idea that women were tweeting their labor in the first place and then to hear that women were tweeting their yichud room experience was a bit more than my granola filled mouth could handle. It wasn’t as funny as it was sad, I even called my rav up to ask him if the yichud room was still a yichud room if someone replied to your tweets? Didn’t that mean that you weren’t alone with your new husband, the bottle of seltzer and a plate of sponge cake?
As expected the tweets mentioned were all tznius, but that’s not the point. The point is that in our effort to be social all the time, we have become anti-social towards those we love (according to the mesorah, when a couple marries they should not be in love – for love will grow) I myself was at a concert once and my concert buddy was looking on twitter to see who was tweeting about the Galactic concert that we were grooving to at that very moment, it bothered me immensely and yichud room tweeting does as well.
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what are some examples of what was tweeted??
lol I’m just thinking of some really funny ones:
“well THAT happend”
“short and sweet”
“I thought there would be kugel in here!”
“he has REALLY bad breath. Now what”
“I thought they were real!”
and the best/worst:
“its so SMALL!!! FML”
“THAT’S” what I was shomer negiah for?!?!?!?
Sponge cake? In my yichud room I got movie theater buttered popcorn. And eventually I did notice my husband was there, too.
I just joined twitter about a week ago and I’m very confused as to why some people twitter every five minutes.
Because people who twitter are usually twits
“I twitter because everything that pops into my head is amazing.”
-Hrh”g r’ scott adams shlita
“I twitter because everything that pops into my head is amazing.”
-Hrh”g r’ scott adams shlita
There was a classic new yorker ‘shouts and murmurs’ on this about a year back. Check it out – its hilarious
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2010/04/12/100412sh_shouts_sacksrothman
Could be worse. I’ve read post-coital tweets. They were from people I no longer follow, needless to say.
Educational tweets?
Was that a snarky comment? I don’t think he needs that. I believe he’s married or has a girlfriend.
Married. But we only do the conventional boring stuff like dwarves, ostrich feathers, chandeliers and a trained walrus with anatomical peculiarities.
You can do tshuva for tweeting or facebooking at the wrong time and place.
There’s a video tutorial here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PG_yYefguCo
Oh ewwwwwwwww. You should be using your hands for other things at that time!
And if you twitter at such times you will need your hands to break the fall as your partner throws you out of bed, down the stairs and into the street.
Wow. This really happens? Pretty sure anyone out there would consider me a Twitter addict, and even I would never imagine doing that. Wrong on so many levels.
Yes. It really does. People tweet about all sorts of things that speed right through TMI into the land of WTF Were They Thinking
oh… you’re talking about twitter. i thought you were talking about something else. i was gonna say, they have a problem with that?
Makes a person want to join the Luddites
“I myself was at a concert once and my concert buddy was looking on twitter to see who was tweeting about the Galactic concert that we were grooving to at that very moment, it bothered me immensely…”
I used to try to take pictures at concerts to post on Tumblr (even though I haven’t updated my Tumblr page in over a year). It didn’t take me very long to realize that the time I spent trying to get decent shots I could’ve been dancing. I’ve also stopped asking friends if they’ll post pictures of a parties on Facebook. If you collectively spend more than 5-10 minutes of a most social events posing in or taking pictures to put up online later it screams desperation for attention.
Interrupting getting felt up to tweet is sad.