True Story©... And your damned hashtags
True Story©… My level of disdain for people who fake wittiness is beyond measure. Also, sometimes I have a hard time maintaining my temper in response to such things. With that in mind, I fucking HATE hashtags for the sake of hashtagging. I understand the use of them for discussions on a topic on social media, like last night’s debate or MLB playoffs games. But cramming a sentence preceded by a pound sign under a post with no spacing because you thought it was witty is enough to send me into a rage. Seeing them on an email, text message or even a fucking t-shirt makes it even worse still. One day last year, I decided that I’d had enough after a rough morning on The BookFace. I was off work and home, and several consecutive posts contained the worthless hashtagging s...