I touched upon this on Facebook earlier today but it bears worth repeating and delving a bit further into the subject matter.
Let me start out by saying I'm a super casual Twitter user. I'd even say I'm a Pusher, meaning I rarely interact with people on there (I feel so old when I say it just seems like so much information streaming at me constantly, so I won't say that, I'll just think it), and I use it to push things whether they are these blog posts, Instagram photos, or the like.
The other day (just noticing this today) Wal-Mart retweeted me...
Now, to be totally 100% honest, it was a great picture. I mean, when you have Black Raspberry BBQ Steak Tips on a plate how can you take a bad picture? The answer is you simply can't.
I'm flattered that Wal-Mart thinks I am exciting enough to follow. And by flattered I mean wondering why they think I am exciting enough to follow. Maybe so some brand marketer can reply to me and ask me about what other sides I like to eat with steak. Or completely ruin my day. Or weak.
This is tantamount to Nickelback retweeting me about my choice of hoodie for that particular day. There's no real reason to do it other than to creep me the hell out.
It's easy to hate on Wal-Mart for a million reasons I won't get into, but this makes it a million and one. I have such a love hate relationship with them, love only because they carry everything known to man and Target caters to that high class "we can't even carry Mason Jars year round, it has to be in season" attitude, and hate for "pick a fucking reason".
But today remains a very dark day in history. Because as I stare at this retweet, not only do I realize that Wal-Mart knows I exist, but I realize that they retweeted me almost immediately after I posted that.
Big Brother is indeed watching and his name is Walton. Sam Walton.