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Subtweezy in the Heezy


This is not a slang term for hair removal down south. No, this is a trend which I have seen grown, not only on Twitter, but all over.

Sub-tweeting is when you mention someone, without actually mentioning them. Crazy, right?

It would go something like this. “I am so over your shit! When will you treat me right? I deserve better than this!!!” And this gets sent out to the interwebs for all of Twitter to view, and enjoy.

This drives me crazy, because people share something which should be private on a social network, yet they are not really sharing. This leaves me conflicted. I want to know what the back story is, but when you ask people what’s happening, they reply “Nothing. I’m ok J”

When you ask them why they post it in the first place, it becomes a case of “well this is my Facebook/Twitter and I’ll do what I want with it and you can just unfriend/unfollow.” Not defensive at ALL.

But then why is this called a social medium if people are not being social? Of course I am not advocating that everyone not say how they feel, but why not mention it to them if you’re up for the ensuing argument. Or just do it in private? Strength in numbers, maybe?

Maybe I’m too direct and not easily offended. In a training exercise called the Johari Window in December 2012, some very funny observations came up. This is an exercise in which you identify your characteristics, and your ‘blind spots’ get identified as others point out what they think of you. It is a fabulous tool, as it employs the good, the bad and especially the ugly.

The funny thing was when people had traits which many people agreed on, but the individuals still disagreed on it. I couldn’t argue with the fact that I’m ‘overdramatic’ or ‘loud’, but ‘humourless’?! (We had a laugh about it later, ironically enough).

I was glad that I now knew how others felt about me, without actually telling me to my face.

So there is definitely a place for sub-tweeting in society, if it helps others and is a catalyst for a new way of thinking. I’ve only ever sub-tweeted one person, and for that I apologised, in a sub-tweet. I looked back and realised that it was immature. [Yes, jawonthefloor has its mature moments. Few and far between, but who is counting?]

But why is it so hard to say what we think of others, to their faces? I don’t think I have this problem, but am not entirely exempt. A big part of it is fear of exposing our own vulnerabilities and insecurities when pointing out the flaws of others. And on the side, it is fear of offending. Even the bitchiest bitch has regrets when calling out someone. I think all people have a good side, no matter how much they deny it. So why not say it in a sub-tweet?!

You can always just deny it later, right?


<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>

And While We’re Sharing… BooksBootsAndBiology…

To give you a little break from jawonthefloor, I thought I’d share another friend. This is “booksbootsandbiology” whom I “met” on Twitter. She is essentially the female version of me. Then I remember, I am the female version of me.

I tried re-blogging this post, but I proved how technologically deficient I am by not figuring it out. (Just Google it, I hear you scream? Well, shutup. That just makes things worse. Sorry Google)

It’s a pretty good blog, and I loved this post. Hmmm… I wonder why, maybe because a certain JAW gets a shout-out… ? You decide.




<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>


Cheaters Club – Cape Town edition

No, this is not a clever play on words on the majestic fastest land mammal in the world. In fact, this type of cheater is not a rare breed or endangered by any means.

One of my Twitterers, Gunther Kriel suggested today on twitter that “there should be a website or blogsite listing all the assholes/cheaters in #CapeTown. Would be half the city if you ask me”.


Well of course this got me thinking!

What would this website entail? I imagine it to be a blog pretty much like this one. Members only though, like much of cliquey Cape Town. It would be a magical place where race, gender and sexuality don’t matter. All that counts is that everyone would be a cheater.

Now, this is not as simple as it sounds. You would have to do a thorough scour of the city’s depths and under depths for only the best to filter (feed) through. Obviously FaceBook and Twitter would be excellent sites to start the search, but only via DM (direct message) or inbox. Come on, people, these are the simple basics. Do keep up! Nothing can be out in the open here.

Ok, next step, the rules.  You may only chat to someone if you are in a relationship. What?! I’m just checking, you could be new to this! Now that that is out of the way, go forth young one. Explore. Browse the archives and find your ideal meeting point.

Whether train stations are your port of entry or maybe you prefer finding your victims at your place of work, somewhere else maybe, just be discreet about it. Clubs are also still popular meeting points. Dark with deceptively flashing lights and the inebriated witnesses. We can’t have others finding out about our secret society, now can we?!

We need a name though. Union of Conning Taciturnity? No, not catchy enough. After all, there will be catching of all sorts happening. The Mutual Decepticons?

Damn this is harder than I thought. Cheating is hard work. Telling one person something and another to another and then an other to another. And then you have to maintain your cover all the time while not blowing said cover.  I just broke a sweat thinking about it!

Especially in Cape Town with so few paces to meet people, how are we expected to meet multiple people?! So as soon as we get our hands out of the cookie jars, this site will be the perfect initiative. In fact, we have our rights. We deserve a space where others can know who their compatriots are.

Take your hats off to them, comrades. Especially if they wear hats, seeing as they have to wear so many of them. It’s an amicable profession. Cheaters of the Cape, UNITE!


<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>


Racism? What Racism?

Seriously. What are you all talking about? South Africa has a problem with racism? NO! Say it isn’t so?!!!

Ok, I may have been a little generous with the facetiousness with that one. However, I was a little taken aback by the recent storm in a teacup that happened last week. For those who missed it, local model Jessica Leandra tweeted something about being harassed by a man in Spar and dropped the k-word. Later she backed this up (seriously) by asserting that these are the people who rape women and she wished she had hit him. The tweets were removed, but it was too late.

To me, now that it has been three days since the tweet-cident, I’m wondering… What’s the big deal?  Was it the racist rant that was the problem; or was it the fact that she tweeted it and exposed the appeasing side in the rest of us who now have to condemn and prove that we are nothing like her? I actually can’t decide for myself because the general reaction was that she was an idiot as well as a bigot and that this should not be tolerated. Rightly so. She was dropped by FHM magazine and a diet product for which he was the spokesperson. And then we all patted ourselves on the back.

But this genius still has over 5,000 followers.

I tried looking at this from another angle and am now left wondering if this fool does not represent more than a sizable minority than we care to admit. “Of course we are not racists. How can we be? We appreciate freedom and think that the new South Africa is a much better place… for us.” Do we say things like these to make ourselves feel better, or do we actually believe it?

I thought about myself and where I fit in this. I’ve never really thought of myself as a bigot. But then do the jokes my friends and I make count as racist? Does it count as not racist because said friends are black? To me, it all comes down to intention. My friends and I have an understanding, so jokes about black people loving meat and not being able to swim and coloured people being expert mechanics are among the things we laugh about. But then can we get mad when others do it? Cue the joke about humour no longer being black and white… Anyone? No? Moving along.

I am personally so bored with this debate and the fact that it keeps rearing its big multi-coloured head. But then I get angry when people ignore blatant racism. Also recently on Twitter, I replied to some young lady who said that people need to get over themselves because Apartheid is over, “so get over it and move on” was the gist of her solution. I chimed in and said that she’s delusional because we are clearly still living with the legacy.

Will it ever get better? Only if this remains an open debate, not an occasional Twit-fest where people rant what is lurking beneath the pretty façade. If we keep talking about it and get ALL people to a place of better opportunities, then maybe things will improve. Until then, it’s probably bound to be fodder for a fight.

<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>

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