A lot of people use their Twitter bios to explain the various types of things they talk about on a regular basis. “I tweet about movies, music, television, and politics,” for instance—things like that. It’s a way to let would-be followers know what to expect, and it’s a nice courtesy.
Of course, there is always the chance that someone will want to follow you for one of those things and not another. I always think back to Neil Patrick Harris, whose fans got so annoyed by his pictures of food that he created an entirely different food porn account—which he has used only sporadically—to satiate his joy in sharing his favorite meals without losing the followers that serve as a form of cultural capital and contribute to his celebrity. When people generally follow you for one reason, and yet there’s something else you want to use social media to engage with, it could be perceived as a risk to engage in tweeting about that thing, lest you lose the cultural capital attached to them.
I raise these points because I don’t have anything in my Twitter bio about tennis, and at times over the past fortnight I’ve wondered—narcissistically—if anyone out there is really annoyed about how much I’ve been tweeting about Wimbledon (presuming they’re paying attention at all, which is where the narcissism comes into play). And so I wanted to offer some reflections on my tennis tweeting, both to contextualize it for anyone who hasn’t already muted the #Wimbledon hashtag and to work through some real-life sports feelings that come with the next few days.