Before the internet, if you found out your other half was cheating and you wanted to shame the guilty parties publically, it was difficult. Your options were pretty much limited to a vigorous letter-writing campaign, shouting in the street or graffiti on bridges. But Twitter has changed all that, for better or worse. Probably for worse. For much, much worse.

Worse for DWF, anyway. Its only crime was to employ two people accused of having an affair. In the old days all the wronged boyfriend could do was turn up at its office and hurl pot plants around reception. Now he can do it all over the internet. Just by tagging its corporate Twitter handle. Names changed/redacted to protect the randy:



Looks like he's worked it through, that's the end of -



Oh boy.



He's watching a romcom which features cheating. This is either going to be cathartic or go terribly wrong.



Looks like it's been cathartic. He's got a tub of ice cream, he's made mild threats, nothing unexpected, moving on to acceptance and -



Not acceptance. It's gone terribly wrong.



Twitter: still the atomic bomb of drunken texting.