So that's a thought. Imagine if young R & J had twittered their socks off throughout their great passion. They could have become the new, new Kardashians, with their own reality series and everything! OK, so there's an inherent contradiction in that the whole point of our star-crossed lovers was that they wished to remain a secret and one thing that's struck me about Twitter is how very, very public it is. But just imagine....'Capulet party a blast, balcony less so' #scrappedshinsondrainpipes. Wonder if they would have trended...
But back to reality. In more recent weeks, I have 'engaged' rather a lot with Twitter and in some ways my 'engagement' has been quite the demonstration of the Theory of Planned Behaviour. Work with me here. Although all the kids, nominally my peer group - the subjective norm you know - are tweeting these days, it was nowhere near my own attitudinal norm which is that of cybernetically living the life of a recluse (I am medially social, but have privacy settings at paranoia levels). There was also an element of limited 'perceived behavioural control', represented by my not being all that familiar with using 'the Twitter'. Throw in a good dollop of the emotional appeal of pure, blind panic due to the fact that I had to get tweeting for my studies. And voila, a twitterer is born! And really, we're quite lucky to have front-row seats at the evolution of a new form of communications, so a few musings about the view so far....