I know a few people who have bought Twitter followers. The sad thing is that the first thing you do is wonder how they got so many and then you look at who is following them. It is easy to spot and very, very sad if you ask me.
From Slate- "I’m a selfish Twitter user. I love scrolling through, letting it alert me to vital news, opinion, and baby mammal GIFs. But, like some 40 percent of all people on Twitter, I prefer consuming tweets to contributing them.
Cultivating a horde of Twitter followers would be a great move for me professionally. It would extend my influence as a journalist and bolster my—yes, ick—personal brand. I've long envied the hefty follower counts of Slate colleagues like Farhad Manjoo (25,000), Dave Weigel (77,000), and John Dickerson (a teeming mob of 1.38 million).
How to augment my small, proud band of 1,100 tweeps? I could have won new acolytes by offering links to timely content. By engaging in sharp intellectual battles. By crafting 140-character bon mots. But, much as I wish I could get jazzed about doing all that stuff (and once in a while I do briefly catch the Twitter bug), I don’t find it spiritually rewarding. To the freelance writer in me, this feels more like unpaid work."