If I were to run for president, then people would debate the pros and cons of what’s wrong with me in increasingly aggressive 140 character tweets and Facebook status updates, and, inevitably, everyone would end up fighting.
I’ve had tweets questioning whether I really did go to university because surely I would have lost my accent if I did; a letter suggesting, very politely, that I get correction therapy; and an email saying I should get back to my council estate and leave the serious work to the clever folk.
I wouldn’t want to tweet to anyone who would be interested in my tweets.
I love some of the most hateful tweets. I think they’re very funny. In the negative attacks on me, there are frequently some real displays of humor. I want to reply, but I won’t, because there are all sorts of other people making serious points that I care about, and I don’t want them to be discouraged.
