Foursquare is the new Twitter, is the new Facebook, is the new Myspace…
After Facebook went mainstream—you know, around the same time your mom’s yoga partner Joan friended you—and Oprah touted Twitter, 20-something iPhone-types needed a place to geek out where the masses wouldn’t find them. That’s where Foursquare came in, and that’s how Foursquare will go: silently in the good night, just like its brethren before it.
While many have deemed the social networking app the next Twitter, the few of us who quietly check into bars and restaurants and, yes, even the gym, are biding our time until our mayorships are gone for good. Soon, we’ll be checking in with our mom’s yoga partner. Even worse: our mom’s yoga partner Joan will be stealing our mayorships from us. And then what, Foursquare? Will we have deputy mayors? Will real life fights emerge over cheating and multiple check-ins?
I don’t know, I won’t be around long enough anyway. I’ll be onto the next big thing. Don’t tell my mom. And definitely do not tell Joan.