Meetup
is a website different to most other social media sites as the
emphasis is on actually meeting up in person, as opposed to arguing
with strangers on the internet. The Social Media Meetup goes
full circle, and brings people together to meet in person to then
discuss social media.
As
I'm trying to move into a PR role, this might involve SM, and as I'm
a blogger using and covering Twitter and Instagram I might benefit
from a few extra tips. You might too. The group doesn't have any
events planned as yet but the plan seems to be to start with Guest
Speakers with a Q+A session, then to move onto Social Surgery
Sessions with Mentors and your laptops (I don't have one).
Meetup
is quieter than usual at the moment, with even the big groups like
Young Professionals
seeing their attendee numbers drop and After Work Drinks disappearing
altogether. Must be the economy, or perhaps going out drinking just
doesn't appeal to many people any more. I dunno. But even when people
RSVP, a lot don't actually turn up, meaning people get booted out of
said meetup groups altogether.
I've
never understood that: why RSVP to a meetup unless you're definitely
going to go? A week ago I ran a meetup for cocktails in a
Spinningfields bar. 10 people said they'd come. Other than me, there
was one attendee on the night. What's happening here? Are people
changing their minds? Forgetting? RSVPing but not actually
committing?
Whatever
the case, my enthusiasm for Meetup is starting to wane. I'm tired of
being let down. I'm tired of 10 people saying they're going to do
something, then being left stood on my own, or with only one other
person. I realise getting angry won't solve anything- this is the way
people are. They have busy lives, and the click of a mouse isn't
going to fix a date in their minds. The calendars that we all have on
our phones go largely unused. (Mine doesn't- I rely on it daily.) But
with big changes in my life coming up, which I'll discuss another
time, I don't need the added stress of trying to organise nights out
only to be stood up on the day.
There
is one other thing: Theatre Impossible on Peter St. I've been a
good number of times since it opened early last year. The extreme,
crazy stage shows featuring sword-sallowing contortionists and
faux-lesbian
sploshing
scenes are eye-opening (and frequently eye-watering) at first, but
even they can get repetitive after a while. I've been keen to try
other places. Friday night was the last time.
I
was searched when I went in, which I never have a problem with. The
doormen claim they found 'contraband' on me. He wouldn't tell me what
it was, and I sure as shit didn't have anything on me, but he claimed
it went in the drug bin.
Right.
That
night some 'hip hop MCs' performed a 'rap battle,' which was only a
sibilance-infected babble-fest featuring two talentless bastards. I
walked out. I won't be back.
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