There are a couple of women on Twitter who symbolize Twits. They are upset that I follow no one, feel they should carry on a debate with me about every point I raise, and speak in galactic woo-woo language. They’re the definition of gum on your shoe, snarky wise-guys who use Twitter because no one wants to be around them in reality, I’d guess. If Twitter didn’t have a “block” feature, I’d pay to get one, or simply abandon the platform.
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