When 50 Cent suddenly starts sounding like Edgar Allan Poe, something stinks in Twitterland. One couldn’t help but wonder about the odd juxtaposition of recent posts on the rapper’s official page, which ranged from the fairly straightforward “Yo! how ya like my new pimpin curly?” to the oddly gothic “My ambition leads me through a tunnel that never ends.” According to The New York Times, that’s because, well, 50 ain’t 50. Chris Romero, a.k.a. Broadway, the director of therapper’s web empire, typed in those words after reading them in aninterview, and he told the paper that the rapper doesn’t actually use the service, though “the energy of it is all him.”
Color me cranky, Popwatchers, but isn’t the whole point of celebrity Twitters providing real, “Stars, they’re just like us!” access? If I wanted a PR blast, I’d check the fan page. And now, thanks to The Times, my faith in celeb-twitty revelations is shaken to the core. Is Diddy not actually having 36-hour tantric sex sessions? Is fake-Ashton Kutcher posting fake pictures of Demi Moore’s fake butt? Is Madonna truly giddy that she split from model boychild Jesus Luz? This is a house of lies, I tell you!
I never thought I would single out Shaq as a voice of reason in a world gone mad, but as the gigantor athlete so eloquently put it:“It’s 140 characters. If you need a ghostwriterfor that, I feel sorry for you.” But what do you think, readers? Is this news surprising, or just completely unshocking/lame/inevitable? Are you ready to just say “Twitter sux” and be done with it? (Oh, and, um, don’t forget that you can follow PopWatch at Twitter.com/EWPopWatch.)