Now, this name-calling could have ended there, but it kept happening. One afternoon as I was creating this new blog, he started a chat with me. I told him what I was working on, and his reply was simply, “Twittard.” Thus, a name was born.
I’d love to debate whether using “-tard” as a suffix is offensive or not, as well as the ramifications of the evolution of language, or the censoring of works of art so they mollify malleable, modified norms of acceptance. But this blog is about Twitter. And if that makes me a Twittard, then so be it. I’ll still be one on the ‘morrow, on the Web.