Right. So a completely impartial, disinterested source /sarcasm, not even an actual journalist, but a columnist, writing a predictably clunking opinion piece, for a newspaper whose reputation has not exactly been enhanced since the events leading up to last November, and then beyond.
I had a Twitter account for 17 years, joining in May 2007. I say had, because last autumn, after not posting, and using it read only for over a year, I finally deleted it. Why? Because it was a bin fire, a horrible swirling shit vortex, dominated by an algorithm that increasingly monetised the very worst aspects of the social graph.
I looked around when I stopped posting in the last half of 2023, and hung on for a Bluesky invite, so I was in there before the opened it up. And yes, at first it was quiet. But you find people. You find interests. And you talk about stuff. And, like Twitter, I was never really bothered about "how many followers do I have?" , or "how many likes likes/shares did the post get?", as long as the little and pop people I liked to chat to saw. I think part of the problem is that the waves of incomers expected the platform to work the same way, with an algorithm supposedly driving your engagement. That isn't how it is, and that suits me just find, thanks. I saw too many posts pretty much begging for the follows, and it seemed entirely to have the number, not to do anything useful at all with it. Lots of people saw that for what it was, and just ignored the pathetic pleading of people who'd been used to having an experience in a certain way, and could really understand how it may be different elsewhere.
It does makes me laugh that parts of the commentariat think that they have a divinely appointed right to demand whose voices we listen to, and more importantly, for what reasons. You don't get to shout your bought-off mouths off demanding we listen to what your paymasters wish, and "engage" with your content. I'm not American, so frankly, I don't want to spend my life listening to the noise about the US constitution collapsing because too many Americans voted for a lardy, vain sociopath who told them what he was going to do, and has then started doing it, in plain sight (my sympathies to those of you who didn't, incidentally). So I mute mentions of him, and his snivelling cronies. But then, I have also muted a lot of talk about UK politics for the same reason.
Social media is not a town square. It's a table in a pub/bar with your mates, telling each other stupid jokes, sharing gossip and stories, watching stuff together (in the UK that includes throwing fun shade at old episodes of Top of the Pops on a Friday evening), or just chatting about interesting stuff. I don't want to listen to the online equivalent of some shouty, pissed-up randomer yelling about "how you can't do anything these days because of woke", or haranguing anyone who's not white enough, or racist enough, or wilfully ignorant enough to pass some kind of online idiot-purity test of their choosing. I left Twitter because it was becoming exactly like that, so lots of us went and found another place to sit, to make sure we didn't have our time, and our mental landscape poisoned by toxic arseholes. If I want news, and political comment, I can find them. But on Bluesky I choose not to mostly, because life is simply too short to have to bear the cognitive load of having to filter out the screaming of demented chucklefucks who will never tire of telling you "everyone has the right to to an opinion." Yes, yes you do. But it doesn't oblige anyone else to take it at all seriously, or even listen. Go and have your opinion somewhere else, thanks, I'm just trying to hang out with some friends and talk.
And for some reason, a class of media worker bees who stopped being actual journalists some time ago, and whose livelihoods now depend on them drinking from that sewage-infused firehose can't quite grasp that there are some people who just don't want to play that game any more, and simply won't bother.