Reason 1000 to Love Twitter: Kevin Durant’s Momma is at the Hairdresser
- Updated: June 23, 2009
Mr. Leitch waxed poetic on Twitter earlier today over at Deadspin. I agree with his main point wholeheartedly…Twitter is fun moreso because of what you can pick up via listening/following as opposed to cranking out Tweet after Tweet. I do my best to drop a witticism from time to time (follow, follow, follow), but mostly I’m just there to soak it all in.
When you step back for a second, Twitter is mind-blowing. Its growth. Its model. Its popularity. Its very existence. And whether you think it’s too “big brother” or simply can’t reconcile the whole concept in your head whatsoever (which I can totally get), it is at the very least a startling reminder of how the speed and prevalence of technology is continuing to put information at our fingertips like never before. See: Kevin Durant’s Momma or @MommaDurant35 if you’re down with the Twittilingo.
Yes, Durant’s mom (Wanda Pratt) is one of the newest citizens of Twitterville, population many, many millions and growing exponentially. This is all kinds of awesome, and I’m being completely serious. First off, I love Durant. Liked him since his days in Austin, and, admit it, many of us are following athletes on Twitter for the very reasons there agents are pushing them to get on it – because it makes them seem more human, more accessible, and it gives us a window into what we’d never see or hear from the court or the locker room.
Consider the broader Twitter phenomenon for a second. Imagine it’s two years ago. Someone tells me I’m going to be on something called the TweetDeck and get a message from Kevin Durant’s momma that she’s “at the hairdresser.” I will get this message in real-time, because I just recently began “following her” (virtually, of course) on the urging of Kevin Durant himself (who I am also following).
Seriously?? Are you out of your f-in mind??!! I would be quoting Mr. McDowell in Coming to America and telling you to stay off the drugs. But that’s the thing…it’s not 1998. We’re in 2009, and it’s the Year of Twitter. In this alternate universe, stories break on Twitter, CNN goes head-to-head with Ashton Kutcher on Twitter, I inexplicably have followers on Twitter, and, most importantly, at 12:52 p.m. today, somewhere in this fine country, Kevin Durant’s momma is on Twitter from her hairdresser. I love technology. What a country!