When it comes to Twitter, I typically operate with a “is this the hill you want to die on?” mindset.
Nine times out of ten, the answer to that question is a resounding “no”.
The reason for this lies in the fact that Twitter is a bonafide hellscape of rage-inducing hot takes and unrelenting vitriol, crammed with enough garbage on a daily basis to make that trash island in the Pacific Ocean look like a floatie in a kiddie pool. Channelling anger at each and every bit of nonsense is just not a conducive use of anyone’s time, not to mention a great recipe for how to go insane.