Why I return to Twitter

Despite its ongoing madness, there is nothing to replace Twitter. Or X, as we are now supposed to call it

- Shrabonti Bagchi

On bad days, Twitter is like being at a family event you desperately to escape from. Ignorant, know-it-all uncles yell at you, trad wives tell you a woman must sacrifice the food from her plate for her uncaring husband, and right-wing loons are constantly whispering vile things in your ears.

On good days, Twitter is like the best party you ever went to. People share hilarious jokes that seem to have been written with you in mind (because how could anyone else also be fixated on that bad Bollywood film from the 1980s?), someone starts an interesting conversation on science, and you discover there's a cool new bakery in your part of town that makes the most amazing sourdough.

Despite the madness that has surrounded the social media platform ever since Elon Musk took over (frankly, I am not even sure at this point if Twitter should be called Twitter or X), the uncertainty over its existence, the increasing arbitrariness of its rules, and the many alternatives that have either emerged or flourished anew in the wake of its floundering, there is nothing to replace it-yet.