Twitter is a lot like a locker room. There’s dirty jokes, arguments, inside jokes, and friendly rivalry. There’s also sidelong glances and sneak peeks to see who has the biggest…follower count. Any woman will tell you, it’s not the size that counts, it’s what you do with it. You can have a million followers who don’t listen to a thing you say, or you can have a hundred people who will evangelize your every word.


Translation: Please validate me and give the impression I’m popular. I don’t care if you like me, just be my friend.


Thank you to @BIGGMads for the awesome response. We coudn’t have said it better ourselves.
And, finally, our favorite:

As a matter of fact, it is.
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Twitter: jackassletters
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Ha! There has to be a happy balance somewhere. I mean if you have 0 followers you’re all alone and having no fun. I’d make a masturbation analogy, but at least there you can still have fun.
There is a void on twitter for finding people. None of the directories really help out with this, since they are self classified. I’d love to click one button and get a few thousand mutual follows, but chances are of that 1000 I’d hate most and most would hate me. So I fumble through the whole follow/followers/unfollow dance like a high school virgin.
I know there are people out there for me. I know there are thousands more followers that would think I’m great if only they got to know me. But there isn’t really a good way to introduce yourself to the masses.
At least the people who are begging for followers, much like those who beg for sex, are being honest.