|Posted left in memory of Ben...|
But when the tweeter feed came under the Misery banner, I felt a momentary pause. My Twitter handle - and my name here - is part of my real world name. And even though I don't plan on announcing that I'm twitting or reading twits, I had a tiny twinge in my stomach.
Would my colleagues understand? I don't think so. My students? I don't actually care. My Dean? No way.
So I made a new Twizzler handle and now am happily following Kimmie's re-twits.
Q: Was it shame I felt? Are we pseudonymous casually, or as a matter of keeping a grim hold on our jobs? What would befall us if we said at the next faculty meeting, "I'm miserable, and here's my evidence, 24 posts on College Misery! Take that, you Kool-Aid drinking bastards"?