The two mediums offer platforms for supporters to either make well-informed, lucid points or to behave like deranged lunatics hell-bent on letting a wider audience know what foul-mouthed cretins they are.
Block or mute the abusive posts and at times you do get a refreshing alternative to what is being covered in newspapers, television and radio.
Admittedly you do have to wade through some dross to get to the good stuff but it can be worth it.
Blog sites, also provide a source of interesting reading (just going by on what the majority of you tell me - honest) with some also acting as a hive of ongoing information free from editing or interference from a PR firm.
"Social media has now given the supporter a much-needed platform", is the gleeful cry.
Excuse the rather blunt response but a platform already existed.
One that took a lot of time, effort, determination and expense from football fans up and down Great Britain to offer an alternative voice to Fleet Street, the BBC and the clubs themselves.
And if some people today think those who offer a constructive comment on Twitter get a raw deal because someone in the establishment puts it down, don't worry yourself - they could have had it much worse with an irate club owner trying to ban you from the ground.
Back in the mid-80s, football did not have a great image.
Hooliganism was rife and with Margaret Thatcher's government, the established media and the clubs setting about tarring fans who did behave with the same brush, a reaction was perhaps inevitable.
Tired of being portrayed as 'thuggish yobbos' intent on 'causing trouble' there were supporters up and down the land who were wanting to retort.
This was in a time when Thatcher was all football supporters to be issued with ID cards so that the police could keep tabs on every single one of us.
It was also a time when the likes of Ken Bates, who owned Chelsea, thought nothing wrong with the idea of electrifying perimeter fencing to stop potential pitch invasions. Thankfully he ditched that plan at the last minute.
Not to mention that in terms of relaying information via the matchday programme, the clubs were utterly useless at that - not many Hearts fans really cared about Wallace Mercer's holiday in the south of France.
The fans' response was to give out information and analysis themselves with (no doubt inspired by Viz magazine) a dollop of humour which would rattle a few cages.
The first one I can recall - and is still going strong today - is "When Saturday Comes".
Given that yours truly (just entering his teens remember) had only the matchday programme plus the magazines that were "Shoot" and "Match" to rely on for information, this was a revealing alternative.
None of your "Fav Food - Steak and Chips", "Fav Singer - Diana Ross", "Person You Want To Meet - Princess Di", "Biggest Influence On Game - My Dad", here - oh no. WSC decided a more in depth approach was needed.
Quality comment on the footballing issues of the day, well-written pieces on the history of the game, humour that resonated - not patronised like the established media's - all eye-opening to the new reader.
WSC, as would other fanzines, would stick up for fans when no one else would.
Within a hour of it happening, BBC News - without any investigation, cross-checking or questioning - had newsreader Moira Stuart go live on air to promote the police's version of what happened.
She uttered out the phrase... "fans broke down the entry barrier and forced their way in..."
Others would follow suit. The Sun newspaper went with a front page titled "THE TRUTH" and told of how fans 'beat up cops giving mouth to mouth', 'robbed corpses' and 'urinated on the dead'.
Their source, a Tory MP for one of the Sheffield constituencies by the name of Irving Patnick who they did not challenge or check his theory which was established 23 years later as the lie it was.
WSC were not willing to buy this line - or indeed any other. As well as a front cover which let the authorities know that their cover-up would be seen through by others, its editorial back then was something you had wished the major newspapers and TV stations had done themselves. http://www.wsc.co.uk/wsc-daily/1152-september-2012/8991-post-hillsborough-disaster-editorial
There were other things that the fanzine movement provided for the supporters.
An outlet by which you could hold your club's board to account.
One thing that surprised me about the place then, and still does now following a second, but briefer, spell there not so long ago, was how passionate the locals were about their team.
Even though it had been years since Newcastle United had won anything of note (a situation that has not changed since then), the fans would turn up in vast numbers and speak of their beloved as if they were disciples of Odin himself.
It was a pretty interesting time to be in Newcastle back then.
As soon as they looked liked doing something, the board led by Gordon McKeag would inevitably see the big bucks and cash in by selling what talent they had.
Chris Waddle, Peter Beardsley, Paul Gascoigne and the like all left just as they were getting warmed up in a black and white shirt.
They were usually replaced by players who had the credentials but flopped or by those who were inferior by comparison. A relegation to the second tier didn't help soothe club/fan relations either.
"The Mag" was set up by a group of supporters who were fed up of the tired old lines from McKeag and felt that the media was not conveying their frustrations as well as they would have liked.
Suddenly for Geordies there was an outlet which they could contribute to, have their concerns aired and something to rally round as a starting point for change at the club.
Others such as Sunderland's "A Love Supreme", Middlebrough's "Fly Me To The Moon", Celtic's "Not The View", Dundee United's "The Final Hurdle", Aberdeen's "The Northern Light" and many more all sought to question the boards that ran their clubs. And in some cases, Celtic for example, helped to bring down unpopular regimes.
There would be many within the media back in the 1980s and 90s who would put out there a particular message that a club wanted or bang a drum for said club even.
You would open your Daily Mirror and shout out "rubbish" as yet another "Aren't Man Utd just wonderful" story not only adorned a back page but also a vomit-inducing lesson in sycophancy posing as a double-paged spread.
The Liverpool fanzine, "Through The Wind And Rain", took dissecting mediaspeak and showing it for the nonsense propaganda that it more often than not was, into an art form with its regular "Manc Watch" section.
Even before Alex Ferguson had managed to get Manchester United winning league titles again, there had been a tendency from the newspapers to be salivating over United's mid-table or fourth-placed finish.
Liverpool's winning of trophies would register but you would be left with an uneasy feeling that the scribe behind the piece was a bit miffed that a certain Manchester team was not holding aloft the silverware instead.
Then United did start landing the honours as Liverpool slumped and it seemed like party time down at Fleet Street.
Never mind succulent lamb, there was Lancashire tripe to be drooled over.
TTWAR set up the Manc Watch section to combat this and let people know the difference between what was a factual piece and a "please can you pat me on the head Fergie" article of hyperbolic nonsense.
But the likes of TTWAR also served another purpose.
Matchday programmes were more or less (Soviet mouthpiece) Pravda-type publications.
They still are but people tend to see through that these days.
Back then, what you read in your club's programme was to be taken as gospel and you were not allowed to forget it.
"Such and such can't wait to play today", "Your manager hopes you enjoy the game" and "Our youth team might have lost but they did very well and can't wait to turn it around".
That sort of mind-numbing drivel.
Step forward the fanzine to put a few of these overpaid egomaniacs in their place.
Other publications did this but TTWAR was to me, the best proponent of piss-taking - usually via a series of biting cartoon strips.
"Phil the Physio" documented Liverpool's injury crisis of the 1990s and how fully fit players would be turned into broken Trabant cars by Phil Boersma - the physio at Anfield at the time.
A touch of Phil's hands and your bruised thigh turned into a leg amputation, stiff necks would have you carrying your head in your hand like a spooky ghost and Phil would correct a swollen ankle by ripping your entire skin off.
Not to mention various pisstakes of John Barnes' Lucozade adverts and tipping a nod to Gary Larsson's "Far Side" series with "The Fat Side" starring portly slab of Danish midfield bacon himself, Jan Molby.
The Gorgie View, the Hearts fanzine you see pictured at the beginning of this piece, was my one.
Indeed Hearts fans were spoiled for choice when it came down to independent material to read.
The roll-call was as follows (apologies if any are missed out): The Gorgie View, Always The Bridesmaid (pictured left), The Jam Piece, No Idle Talk, Dead Ball, The Gorgie Wave, Still Mustn't Grumble, Trophy Please? and Heartbeat.
People's Front of Judea anyone?
To be fair, there was a lot to talk about surrounding Hearts in the mid 80s to early 90s.
Namely how then owner Wallace Mercer seemed to start believing in his own publicity and conveying the impression that he was Heart of Midlothian football club - not the players or fans.
His heavy-handed treatment of fanzines did him no favours.
He banned them from being on sale within Tynecastle and then he tried to get them banned from the area of Gorgie itself on matchdays.
Mercer would often use exaggeration to try and achieve this.
One swearword in an entire 24-page edition of No Idle Talk became, according to Wallace, a plethora of obscenities.
There was also one instance when I was selling an edition of The Gorgie View and was approached by a policeman.
"We had a request from Mr Mercer to ban you from selling your magazine", he said. "Claims it's a racist publication."
Strange as the previous edition had taken to task a section of the support for racist and sectarian behaviour during that particular season.
"But don't worry" continued the officer, "we read it ourselves and told Mr Mercer that if anything it's anti-racist and that it was fine with us for you to keep selling your magazine."
Maybe Mercer's real reason was my reprinting that photograph of him having drinkies with Robert Maxwell a year before the latter was exposed as a crook?
Or maybe it was because our regular columnist who ran his own footballing problem page, Karl Marx (it was him - honest) would often refer to Mercer as "an a******* who suffered from false-class consciousness.
Our (ahem) columnist would make similar observations of other figures in world football.
Not to mention Marx challenging Max Weber to a square go outside The Docker's Fists boozer at the end of every column.
And various exclusives on Ally McCoist such as him being thrown out the Beatles for Pete Best and that Walter Smith was going to give him a doing for having nits on the eve of an Old Firm game.
Mercer would eventually try to make peace with the fanzine movement but by then we were all too busy fighting amongst ourselves - well, namely No Idle Talk v every other fanzine. NIT had this fanciful idea that it was the "World Soccer" of the Hearts fanzine movement while the rest of us were "Whizzer and Chips".
The last copy of NIT that I saw (15 years ago) was still taking swipes at current and past Hearts fanzines.
Nobody really cared in the fanzine heyday and no one was for caring by the turn of the new millennium.
The internet had arrived on the scene and had hit the ground running.
Fanzines, which were either issued monthly or quarterly, would look outdated with a piece on a particular issue - which could be well-written and have thoughtful insight - being deemed to be irrelevant having already been discussed to death weeks before on an internet forum.
There seems to be a bit of a revival going on these days.
"The Football Pink" and "Stand" seem to be playing the fine balance between print and digital exposure well and are both worth checking out.
But social media does seem to be leading the charge for today's generation.
Some blogs could well be fanzines themselves - this one is basically TGV without Karl Marx's problem page.
Most of them do provide the same service that the fanzine did 20/30 years ago and with the added bonus of providing on the spot insight on something as and when it happens as opposed to waiting a month or so.
However, the next time someone gushes about social media breaking down boundaries, remind them of those who broke many a typewriter, haggled with many a printing firm, boxed up many issues, had to lug a great big weight of magazines to games, were hassled by the police and would lose half their takings as all that loose change would burn a hole in their pockets (someone made at least £10 out of me at Tynecastle's Shed end one time).
Oh and Max Weber?
Marxie boy says the offer still stands - and bring some nit shampoo for Ally while you're at it.