If it’s a Sunday night, you can bet your bottom dollar I’m looking for a way to put off any homework I might have left to do (all of it). So, _of course_ I was watching the Grammys on Sunday night. The funny thing is, I really didn’t need to. Twitter watched it for me. Don’t get me wrong, it was great to watch Adele’s show-stealing night, J-Hud’s touching Whitney tribute (RIP) and Katy Perry’s mesmerizing breas—er, performance, but my eyes spent less time on the plasma screen and more on the smaller one in my pocket.

If I had to pick a favorite side effect of the social media explosion besides those damn memes (SHARE ALL OF THE POSTS!), I think I’d go with Twitter play-by-play. You can read rapid-fire blurbs that go along with whatever big event you’re watching at that exact moment, written by a hand-selected group of people you actually give a hoot about.

Which is awesome. I love it. But the Grammys was also a reminder of why Twitter can suck hardcore. Sure, I think we all saw the “Who is Bon Iver?” tweets coming. (Remember The Suburbs and their Grammy-winning album _Arcade Fire_?) What we — or at least I — didn’t see coming were the “Who is this old Paul McCartney dude?”s and, most disgustingly, the “Ooh, I wish Chris Brown would beat me”s.

Social media trends like this are sad, sick reminders Twitter is pretty much just a CliffsNotes to public opinion. So for every “Adele sweeps at the #grammys. Sisqo sweeps after the grammys. He’s a janitor now.” (@robfee), there was another tweet making light of domestic abuse.

As a species we can be freaking hilarious, but we can also be a complete waste of life/140 characters. Thank God for the unfollow button.