<editorsnote>Hi, I'm Jen Friel, and we here at TNTML examine the lives of nerds outside of the basements and into the social media, and dating world. We have over 75 peeps that write about their life in real time. (Real nerds, real time, real deal.) Sit back, relax, and enjoy some of the stories!!</editorsnote>
Don’t know about you, but I can’t stand social media experts, ninjas or gurus. They’re always trying to one up each other, establishing dominance, and you can’t EVER just get the real deal from them on what you need to know. I am here today to humbly say that in my non-expert opinion, these are the 5 main ways to not suck at social media. Let’s cut out the BS and just get to the bottom line, shall we…
1. Do not, ever, sync your social media accounts together
I CRINGE every time I see Facebook and Twitter still synced in my Facebook news feed. You’ve seen it before too via third party services like Hootsuite, Ping, or Tweetdeck. Twitter and Facebook are entirely different mediums and need to be dealt with accordingly. Twitter offers more open access to the global consciousness while Facebook is more for spreading info to your current network.
To more efficiently market a post on Twitter you should implement relevant hashtags into the message. I even do it on here directly. This allows for new people who may not be following you to be able to easily discover the message via the hashtag. Additionally, anytime it gets RTed by other people, even more people will be able to access the message. Of course, this genuinely also worked with my branding but it’s SUPER helpful and DEFINITELY helped grow my brand so quickly.
For Facebook, pictures work. I don’t know why or how, but every single time I post a picture with a short message and a link my numbers shoot up three times more than if I’d simply posted a standard link with the populated thumbnail.
The way our eyes absorb content on the platforms are SUPER different, so please, unsync the accounts. It’s okay, I promise there is life after it.
2. Be human
I can’t tell you how many people in my feed literally sound like they’re reading toaster instructions. There’s no personality or passion in their message, just very simple words followed by whatever link they are promoting. That shit is so boring and no one is paying attention to it. Trust me, I used to do it! I spent so long being so prim and proper, and it got me ABSOLUTELY nowhere. My writing style is definitely unique – as is my improper use of punctuation at all times. But it’s my jam! I write like I talk, and I communicate with people not like they are students sitting in a classroom, but rather as if we’re buddies grabbing a beer at a bar. People like this kind of intimacy, and people respond to it. So do it!!!
3. Don’t just RT other people’s tweets – have an opinion
I REFUSE to follow people on Twitter who only RT other people’s tweets. Do they not have a SINGLE thought of their own?? Your Twitter feed is an expression of who you are. Have an opinion! Have a voice!! When I started on Twitter in June of 2009 (I’m not an early adopter), I used my feed as a place to express all the thoughts in my head. Literally no one was listening since my following was miniscule, but gradually, by implementing hashtags and by expressing SOME SORT OF OPINION ON SOMETHING, people began RTing me and slowly but surely my following grew. There’s no right or wrong way to admin your Twitter feed. You just have to be you. Get all Madonna circa 1989 and Express Yourself!!
4. Get rid of the cartoon avatar, and be you!
People with cartoon avatars scare the bejesus out of me (unless of course it’s your business logo). There is something UNBELIEVABLY creepy about a guy who has a picture of a frog, or Bugs Bunny as his avatar. Your social media avatar is a representation of you. What’s with the cartoon? All you’re projecting to friends and/or potential mates is a serious image issue. Be you, be awesome, and no matter what you’ve got going down – rock that shit! I’ve been asked out on Twitter by COUNTLESS dudes with cartoon avatars and have yet to say yes to a single one for this very reason. You might as well just be walking around with “issues” stamped on your forehead. Quit it!!!
Side note: UNLESS cartoons are specifically your passion and it is an artistic representation of self. Then you go on wit yo bad self!
5. Leave the passive aggressiveness and negativity at the door.
No one likes a Debbie or Doug Downer. If you’re having a bad day, start a private blog. I’m ALL about venting these things to the universe, but people actually check their social feeds and will actually see what you are saying. Yes, you might be sitting behind your monitor in your room all alone, but the SECOND you blast something out into social media it is then indexed in perpetuity. Create an anonymous Tumblr account – some sort of something – just keep ALLLLLLL of that Negative Ned or Nelly-ness off of social sites. Your friends and followers will thank you later.
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Alicia. She's about to embark on a 50 dates in 50 states dating documentary. She's here today to talk about her views on life, love, and all things through her nerdy little eyes. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT ALICIA!! </editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Alicia Ostarello
Fine, I’ll say it. I went on a date in Oshkosh, Wisconsin and managed not to make any “B’gosh!” references. But I thought them loudly from the moment we entered the city to the moment we left. After the Duluth incident, I wasn’t quite gung-ho to immediately go on any dates. Sure, one should always get back on the horse, but seriously, after an exhausting date I wasn’t eager to put myself in that situation. With a stranger. From the internet. Again.
Also, after the other Duluth incident which involved chow mein that resembled sludge, I was not super stoked on trying out another Midwestern version of Asian cuisine. But when Dan, my Wisconsin date, suggested a trendy new Oshkosh hot spot, I figured since I was still managing to giving dating a go — I may as well say yes to the food, too. B’gosh.
One of the most interesting things about Dan was the fact that he knew absolutely nothing about me — including my name. On this trip I’ve had the strange experience of dates knowing a lot about me, from my most recent breakup (“tell me about this pony,” they all say) to more recently being able to know about dates because of this blog. Rarely do I have such intimate knowledge of them. But I walked up to Dan, said hello, and he immediately said he didn’t know my name — he had just said yes to the date.
Though a hippie in the broad sense of the word (works in recreation, long hair, a bit spacey) Dan remained true to the Midwestern manners brigade. He opened doors for strangers and myself alike, and he pulled out my chair to sit. Yes. He pulled. out. my. chair. Without fanfare or production — this was a gesture he’d obviously done throughout his life.
Two absolute strangers with nothing currently in common but a dating site and proximity at the same table. Nothing to do but get talking!
We began slow, talking about music and work, obviously feeling each other out and how we’d react to conversation. From there, tales of travel were exchanged, including an interlude about hitchhikers. By the time our food arrived we were in a conversational stride, no lulls or lags to be had.
I’ll be honest: when I met Dan, I wasn’t sure we’d have anything to say to each other. I’m a bit high strung at times; he was obviously a mellow fellow. I was intrigued by an autumn tree full of chirping birds, so many that it was impossible to tell where the feathers ended and the leaves began. Dan thought my intrigue was odd. Dan used to follow The String Cheese Incident around (à la Grateful Dead style). I never considered that option for music I enjoy.
Funny how wrong I was. Those differences were superficial and said very little about us as compatible human beings. Because sure enough, we were quite compatible. We saw the world in the same light: as a stage for kindness, fairness and patience (though he has far more of the latter than I). We were both interested in each other and interesting in return. And as the date wrapped up, Dan mentioned the chirping tree, apologizing for minimizing my experience of it and said in retrospect it was a pleasure to see someone so in awe of nature when he takes that much bird for granted.
You’d think after this many days with people who surprise me, I’d eventually stop being surprised. But I continue being a bit taken aback by just how capable people are at being different than what I expect.
Note to self: keep giving people a fighting chance.
Alicia Ostarello has combined her talents in talking to strangers with degrees in English and Sociology and is currently taking a road trip across the country with one goal in mind: to go on a first date in every single state. Follow her trip and the documentary film being produced about it, 50/50: A Dating Documentary on Facebook at facebook.com/5050ADatingDocumentary.
<editorsnote> Hey mom and dad, just throwing it out there that you're prolly not going to want to read this story. I mean I know you're proud parents and all, but it's Vegas and ... yeah. Love you, but leave.
So, a week or so ago I was in a session with a slave ignoring him and responding to the daily emails, one of which was sent to me via a buddy I used to work with.
Don't judge me, read the title of the email.
This is going to be GREAT, I thought.
I open it up and see a press release for Sheri's Ranch, a fantasy fulfilment brothel located just outside of Vegas.
I look through their website and see the option for a BDSM fantasy.
OMG OMG!!! They have ACTUAL dominatrixes here!
<tangent> I am a domme not a dominatrix. Dommes don't get paid for their services while dominatrixes are pros and will most of the time have sex with their slaves as well. Mine are merely foot slaves. </tangent>
One of my current goals is to better myself as a domme. I want to learn from a pro and learn some more tricks of the trade if you will.
Being a domme isn't just an excuse to do something "scandalous" and "titillating" to shock and awe people, for me it is an extremely, extremely personal journey that has helped me come into my skin TREMENDOUSLY on both a personal and professional level.
I don't have sex with my slaves, they only worship my feet. I get absolutely, absolutely no sexual stimulation from the experience. Rubbing my feet has about the same effect as putting a q-tip in my ear. The entire process of a session though is an EXTREMELY powerful experience. All of my slaves are super fancy pants dudes. To see these men that are held in such high regard in the community quiver and sometimes even cry in your presence is OUT OF THIS WORLD wild.
It's completely changed my relationship with men. I can stare at a guy on a date and know when I am in the presence of someone who is a sub.
I'd eat you alive, I always think.
The date then quickly ends.
See, I may like dealing with slaves in my personal life but I would never ... and I mean NEVER date a submissive man. I can't do it!!! Sexually speaking I am actually quite submissive. I want a guy that commands my attention and that I genuinely respect. If I don't think you're intellectually up to par, or if I smell that I intimidate you - it's done.
Subs to me are pathetic pieces of shit that I barely let amuse me, and would NEVER EVEN CONSIDER dating.
<tangent> See what happens when I write while listening to my S&M playlist? It's next level shit. Gotta take it down a notch, Friel. </tangent>
Side note: I'd also really like to let my freak flag fly sexually speaking. I do all this CRAZY shit but I'm such a fucking prude when it comes to sex. Sure, I've had threesomes,watched an orgy, but that's nothing. I FOR THE LIFE OF ME can't talk dirty in bed without laughing hysterically. This is a true problem though when you've been single for so long. I haven't developed enough trust with men sexually to allow anything like that to even happen. I really, really want to work on that for 2013.
Anywho, so it's not my preference dating wise, but because it is helping me so much grow as an individual I thought why not expand my noggin and try to be the best domme I can be!
I then hit my buddy back up and asked if I could come in for a visit.
Not a problem, he said. We have to specially arrange a professional photographer to come in as we can't have you video or take pictures.
Dude, I totally get it, I say back to him. I need to document this because, well, I document my life - but this is for me more than anything.
Great, he said. Let's book you for Thursday.
So now, this is officially happening. They're apparently picking me up in a car and taking me to the brothel which is about a 45 minute drive, and I will be able to have full access to everything and get to talk to some of the girls.
I only dominate a slave about once a week, I can't even IMAGINE how insanely powerful these women must be getting to do something like this on such a regular basis.
Wild.
Thanks to everyone over at Sheri's for trusting me with such an incredible opportunity. I promise to be as discreet as possible.
This is going to be an INCREDIBLE CES!!!!! So. Freaking. Excited!!
See everyone starting tomorrow!!! xoxo
"sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me."
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Eric. He is a MAASSTTEERRR social dynamics expert that will be talking about his experiences in the field from both an expert, and experience perspective. He's not just saying "this is how to get the girl" he's here to share his actual life stories and lessons learned from them. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT ERIC !!</editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @Redolpho
So tonight, I rolled out to Downtown Los Angeles to visit a friend and was invited by her neighbor to stay for a glass of wine. More glasses of wine were poured and, although I wasn't planning on staying, I did. My friend is a brilliant painter, like insanely brilliant. I started a somewhat philosophical dialog about social interaction and sex with him and his equally talented musician friend, as I often do, and at some point the host said he was inviting friends over. I knew that these guys generally keep some good looking company so I was optimistic. The party started off innocent; there was wine, friends, and some beautiful women.
One of the girls was a very pretty Japanese fashion designer. We talked about our realistic views on monogamy and found we had so much common ground. For all those guys who think you're chauvinistic or misogynistic for the way you view sex, I challenge you to rethink your views. The societal norms you've become accustomed to are very much a human construct and there are so many women who want to experience the same freedom from the norms and slutisms that are imposed upon them as you. Women are sooooooo sexual, it's amazing, give them a chance to express themselves and they'll open up to you. She was straight out of Japan, a very conservative culture, and openly entertained the idea of an open relationship, group sex, and sexual experimentation in general. After talking about our views I walked her out when she had to leave, we kissed for a moment and exchanged information. Seriously awesome girl, I am really looking forward to hanging out with her again.
Some people left and some stayed, four turned into eight and we decided to play a game of strip go fish. Here is the thing my friends, if you are strong in your reality (i.e. getting naked with friends is just good fun) people, and more relevantly girls, will happily accept this reality as well. I cannot tell you how important this concept is, some people call it setting the frame but I find that piece of jargon confusing. This is simply being a strong social leader and owning your reality. (Think back to Jen's last trip to the Playboy Mansion and how she walked right into the VIP section, same thing.) These girls were beautiful, not average, beautiful. They could have all been models and one, who I know from a music video we were in together, made it to the finals of America's Next Top Model. There was no big moment, no grand persuasion, no drugs (that I saw at least), we had all gotten a little tipsy and the idea that we were all good looking, free-spirited people who should be naked was brought up, and that a game of strip go fish was the most appropriate way to accomplish that.
Pro tip: Justification is everything sometimes. In this case, "We are all good looking, free-spirited people..." is what justifies that we should all get naked together. That sort of makes sense right!? Not really, but it justifies our behavior. Justify everything when you're escalating a situation sexually, "Hey let me show you the view..." "Come up to my place with me for a minute, I just need to grab something…" "People here are getting crazy, let's go for a walk..." Especially at the moment when you need to get a girl alone so that you can get the first coveted kiss, use justification to your advantage and have another reason why the two of you should separate from the group. In the back of her head she'll know exactly what's going on but with a justification the decision to say yes is just that much easier. The Japanese girl knew EXACTLY why I was walking her out.
K, back to the story...
There was no real discussion, there was some money rounded up and another bottle of whiskey and more wine were purchased. The cards were dealt and there we were. There were three teams: me and two girls, the host and another guy and girl, and another guy and girl. Then someone lost and the first set of clothes came off. They were the easy things, but we had established that shoes and socks counted as one item. Then someone lost again, shirts came off. Someone lost again, and the teams started to huddle together, my two girls looked over my shoulder as I held the cards and we plotted as to who held the cards we needed to win. At this point, the girls were down to their bras and the guys were down to their pants. I don't wear underwear, I just don't like underwear, but I was not the only one. One more hand was lost and two of the girls removed their bras, not my team ;). But then we lost again, and I and the other team with two guys were forced to remove our pants. We did, none of the guys looked like a porn star, I promise. For all the guys out there who are around average size, which includes me, take comfort in the fact that none of the girls cared and very few girls do with the exception of a few size queens I know. A couple hands later and everyone was completely naked except for one girl who still had her bottoms on. One last hand to end the game, we all cheers'd, had a naked group hug, and the game was over. The girl’s breasts and bodies were exquisite, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
What do we do now that we're all naked? Some of the girls started to put their clothes on, think Eric.
Then I asked if they had a spa on their roof? They did! Brilliant.
I turned back around and one of the girls on my team was making out with my model friend.
Oh. My. God. This is going to be the hottest orgy ever, I thought.
Then my gut fell, what time was it? I had work at the hostel at four and the last bus that I can grab leaves at three.
2:45am!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. <insert> super sad face </insertion>
I put on my pants and left for home. What an insane night, really wish I could have partook in whatever transpired later on but I guess it will have to happen another time.
P.S. I have gotten a few questions about getting put into the “friend’s zone” so the next piece that I am going to write will be about that. If I don’t end up in another crazy situation before of course. If you have questions about the friend’s zone, or what happened in this story shoot me an email. I would love to answer them here on TNTML or in an email to you.
Last week, while at my buddy's birthday party, I had a funny run in with a manager that wouldn't sign me when I first moved to LA. It reminded me of something beautiful that I had to share with you all today.
Maestro ...
I've known my entire life I was going to work in entertainment. My parents said even when I was an infant people had this natural "draw" to me, and my mom contemplated putting me into commercials. Thankfully, she didn't (child stars give me the creeps), but that didn't stop this natural force that I felt inside of me to work in the entertainment industry.
I would watch episode after episode of Saved By The Bell and tell my entire family that one day I was going to live in California, and LA would be my home.
My parents knew I was extremely strong willed from the womb, so to their credit they didn't discourage it they just said if you're going to do this you're going to have to work really hard. It's not the "normal" path that people take in life and the rejection rate is off the charts.
I don't care, I would say over and over. I have to be in Los Angeles, I have to do it.
I then finished high school at 16 and after I saved up some money working two jobs I then moved to NYC to study at the Lee Strasberg theater institute.
I took a wide variety of classes including acting, writing, directing, but always felt a draw to being a producer. They're like the glue on projects. They just get shit done. I can do that! I thought.
After my time spent in NYC I then moved to Florida for a few months (to stay rent free in my parents condo) and after a few months the parental units kicked me out and told me to get started with my life in LA.
I then drove for 3 days with my dad across country and was dropped off in LA with just a car full of possessions and an apartment found on Craigslist.
I can do this, I thought. I can do this.
Did I know a single soul?
Nope. BUT I knew I was a hard worker and that anything in life I had set my mind to had ALWAYS come to fruition.
Within a matter of weeks I wound up getting a job at a post production house, and even a few months later I wound up winning on the Price is Right and having Bob Barker furnish my first "real" apartment in the city.
<tangent> I say "real" because at the first place I had to share a bedroom and I had 3 roommates that all had live in boyfriends. I didn't care since I was FINALLY living in Los Angeles (my life long dream) but good god that place was not good. </tangent>
Either way, once I got settled I focused back on why I was out here. I need to work in the entertainment industry.
Sure, I was making some great connections working in post, and I got this family-like environment I had been looking for, but it all wasn't enough.
I need to make a name for myself, I thought. I can do this.
I then took classes over at Groundlings (famous improv school) and based on the feedback from my instructors thought FOR SURE I could just go and get an agent.
I then got new headshots done and printed, and began the arduous process of sending out mailings.
<tangent> Back in the day (I have no idea what they do now) you would go to one of these actors resources stores and pick up these actual mailing labels that went on envelopes so you could mail your headshot and resume to agents. </tangent>
I don't remember how many I had sent out in that first batch but I got one call back from this management firm.
We'd like to meet you on Tuesday, said the voicemail. Be at our office on Beverly and ask for so and so.
Bring a headshot, the voicemail continued.
I then erased the message and DAAANNNCCCEEEEDDD all around the apartment.
This is my break! I thought. This is my break!!!! I finally got the attention of an agency!!!!!!!!
I then bought a brand new outfit and went to my audition.
I sat in the office batting my bright blue, still fresh off the boat eyes.
My name is then called and I walk in.
Hello, said the manager outstretching his hand. You must be Jen Friel.
Yes!!! I said not playing a single ounce of this cool.
Please be seated.
He then asked me a series of questions and took a look at my now slightly full resume. (I had done a bunch of plays, and cheesy educational videos.)
What made you want to come out to Los Angeles, he asked?
I belong here, I said. I've known it my whole life. I can't BEGIN to tell you how wonderful it feels being here. I'm so grateful.
We talked for about 5 more minutes as he thanked me and said he'd be in touch.
The next week I then got a voicemail saying that they were unable to accept me at this time but I would be allowed to re-submit in 6 months.
I hung up the phone COMPLETELY devastated, but not discouraged.
Six months. All I have to do is wait six months. I can do that!!!!
I then counted out exactly six months on my doggie wall calendar and set myself a reminder to follow up.
The next six months I spent working, and getting acclimated to the city.
Los Angeles, btw, is not an easy city to get used to for an extremely sheltered East Coaster.
The six months came by before I knew it and I called the management firm back.
Hi, I said. My name is Jen Friel. I auditioned for you six months ago and I'd like to resubmit.
There was a long pause on the line from the receptionist.
You said on the voicemail that you left me after the audition that I could resubmit. So I would now like to.
Sure, she said slightly flustered. Let me put you on hold for a second.
After about 5 minutes she came back and told me that the manager would meet me for a drink at such and such bar.
Great, I said. Thanks so much.
I hung up the phone and had slight anxiety. I'm only 20, I thought. Could I even get into a bar?
Fortunately I had an expired fake ID from a friend in NY so worst case scenario I could use that, but why is he meeting me at a bar? I wondered.
I then met at the arranged time and bar, and as soon as I walked in I saw the manager sitting at one of the tables.
Hello, I said walking in. It's so wonderful to see you again.
Thanks for contacting me again. I always appreciate when someone resubmits.
We then sat and caught up on each other's lives. I was more poised and 5% more grounded than our first meeting. All that I knew in my heart of hearts was that THIS GUY was going to be my way into this town and with his help I could go to a lot of great places. I just have to get him to sign me. My life will be SO much better once this guy signs me.
The meeting continued and I can't describe it, but I could just "feel" this noticeable flirtation coming from this guy. At that point I had only heard of the casting couch, but not knowing what a first hand experience was like, I was a bit confused on the entire process.
He then offered some very valuable advice but topped it with a "well, if you'd like me to help you, I'm sure we can arrange something."
He never came directly out and said, yo! if you fuck me I'll make you a stah dahlink, but it was EXTREMELY obvious what was going on, and I was shocked.
You need to go Jen Friel. You need to go, I thought.
I stood up from the table.
Thank you so much for the drink (which I had no problem acquiring despite my under age-ness), I said. I think I'm going to just continue working in post and see where it leads. Thank you for your time and wisdom. I appreciate it.
I didn't "stoop" down to his level, or do something dramatic like you see in the movies of someone throwing a drink in someone's face at the mere mention of a sexual tryst.
If I make it in this town, I thought, I'm never, EVER going to do it on my back. I'll figure out my own way, I always do, I said with this extreme confidence.
That interaction was 8 years ago.
Flash forward to last week, I was at my buddy Mike's 30th birthday party.
Now, when it comes to shit like that you have to HIT ME OVER THE HEAD.
I never EVER notice dudes hitting on me. Side effect from being last picked at kickball, and never asked out in high school.
I put it out of my mind as more of the group starts to arrive and more drinks are poured.
Two irish coffees later, I then excused myself to use the restroom.
On my way back, I hear someone say, I LOVE your glasses.
I turn around, and it's one of the dudes from the bar.
Oh hi, I said, thanks so much. They are Tom Ford.
They look great on you, he said.
He then outstretched his hand and introduced himself.
The SEEEECCOOOONNNNDDDD he said his first name it hit me like a ton of bricks that HOLY SHIT this is the manager that wouldn't sign me unless I boned him. (Again, he didn't say it outright ... but it was greatly ... GREATLY implied.)
You're the manager, I said to him.
He looked back a little flustered.
You wouldn't sign me when I first moved to LA almost 9 years ago.
I wouldn't sign you? He said genuinely shocked. You're beautiful, he said and you carry yourself with such confidence.
That was actually quite sweet of him to say. All BS aside.
What are you up to now, he continued?
I started a website, I said. It got pretty popular.
I can't wait to check it out, he said. What's the name of it?
Talk Nerdy To Me, Lover. And I'm Jen Friel. Thank you for your compliment, but I am now going to rejoin my friends.
I then abruptly turned around and walked back to my group of friends.
I briefly went into the story.
You just had a Julia Roberts moment, said my friend Steph.
Big ... big mistake. Huge.
I then got home and emailed my current manager laughing at the entire situation.
I quickly googled the guy's name and found out he wasn't even a manager anymore, but he now runs some other operation.
The next morning I then thought about the trajectory of my career and my time spent in Los Angeles. If you would have told my 19/20 year old self that a website and a job in tech could one day be deemed "entertainment" and "creative" I would have laughed at you RIGHT in your face. Tech was always just something that I knew, and like entertainment was always "drawn to" but for different reasons.
When I started this website, I was CONVINCED I was turning my back on entertainment and just saying fuck you to my family, friends, and anyone who tried to get near me. I needed to go on my own personal journey and figure out what I wanted and what all of this meant. Had I been signed by a manager at that time, who knows where I would have gone and what I would have done. It took all of those "nos" to really motivate me and to discover that I didn't need ANYONE to build a name and a brand for myself. All it took was a strong sense of who I was and an understanding of my morals to achieve all that I have today.
I then smiled and thought how wonderful it was that we never ended up working together.
There is a real beauty in not getting something that you want in life. It is your job, however, to understand that and to just let it all go.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go shopping now ...
Tuesday, January 8, 2013 at 1:15PM
Don’t know about you, but I can’t stand social media experts, ninjas or gurus. They’re always trying to one up each other, establishing dominance, and you can’t EVER just get the real deal from them on what you need to know. I am here today to humbly say that in my non-expert opinion, these are the 5 main ways to not suck at social media. Let’s cut out the BS and just get to the bottom line, shall we…
3. Don’t just RT other people’s tweets – have an opinion
