Tuesday, December 24, 2013
I am well aware that what I am about to say will put me in the minority, which is okay with me.
I cannot stand hashtags!
Whew! So glad that’s off my chest. Now you know me well enough to know that I will be sharing my reasons why I cannot stand them.
They create run-on sentences. I have spent a good portion of time trying to avoid the run-on sentence. And now, after all my worry it’s actually cool to have a run-on sentence? I don’t think so, not for this chick.
This symbol #, is the pound symbol. It is not a symbol which allows you to make up words.
It’s a symbol. You may not say it out loud in a verbal context. Just like when I am speaking, I don’t say comma.
I am actually sad that my children will have no idea what the pound symbol is when prompted by the automated lady. Are they going to change what she says to hashtag?
As someone who struggles with dyslexia, a run-on word takes a crazy amount of time for me to read. If I wanted to do a word jumble, I would.
Hashtags are inappropriate when talking about something serious. Especially when referring to the death of someone. Don’t memorialize me on the back of your car and certainly not with a hashtag.
I know I said it already, but it is in fact, the pound symbol.
It’s not a secret code. Don’t use it to say something you really shouldn’t be saying. People will eventually figure it out. Maybe not me, but other people.
The hashtag is the tech era version of “bless her heart.” Which is what southern women use to say something ugly without getting caught. Things like, “My, what an interesting looking baby ... bless her heart.” Which is code for your baby is not cute.
Hashtags are the fanny packs of the literary world. And while I am sure they serve a function, all they do is distract me. Much like actual fanny packs.