The phrase "towel drying" refers to any kind of drying with a towel, basically. Even scrunching with a towel isn't the best idea.
As for doing it wrong, this depends! If you have very straight hair that doesn't understand what frizz is, then wrap it in a towel all you like! If you have waves or curls and you like wrapping up your hair when wet, you might want to look into getting a turbie twist (http://www.amazon.com/Turbie-Twist-Microfiber-Towel-Light/dp/B00CP4QKT4) or plopping with a t shirt (http://www.wikihow.com/Plop-Your-Hair). Again, the problem with terrycloth is those little teeth. Basically, you want a soft, smooth surface that will preserve the clumps.

YES HELLO I AM THIS TOASTIE.

Frizz is hair that has escaped its clump (its hair friends that live next to it and together they form a clump or tendril). Terrycloth has those little teeth, and they break up clumps, causing frizz. T shirts, micro fiber, and paper towels are the best for drying hair. Don't rub, but rather scrunch (gathering a chunk of hair in your palm with the Tshirt between hair and hand, bring it up to your head, and squeeze it in a fist, repeat with the rest of your hairs).
Also important is to not comb it, or God forbid, brush it when wet. Detangling wet hair (unless in the shower with your hair coated in conditioner) is a bad idea because hair is at its weakest when wet so it'll cause massive breakage, in addition to separating the clumps and causing frizz. If you must detangle, wait until it's dry and use a wide tooth comb.

Agreeing with everyone saying this is #notjustbrooklyn There's a KFC in my neighborhood and there are chicken bones EVERWHERE. You know what else is everywhere? FUCKING TRASHCANS.

Also, last summer, some boys in our neighborhood were terrified of Pups, and in an effort to make friends with her (I think???), they regularly threw chicken bones in our yard on the sly for weeks. It took us a while to figure out what the hell was going on, because she'd been having digestive problems that we couldn't diagnose, and she was always really interested in one corner of the yard, but of course by the time I investigated the bones were down her craw. One day I caught the little assholes at it and I yelled at them. Never in all my days have I wanted to murder children more.

AT LEAST EVERYTHING CHANGES AND NOTHING IS THE SAME AGAIN IN YA, MALLORY.

*lies on a bed of YA Fantasy, sighs contentedly*

YEP. I went to my Protestant friend's church for Christmas one year in high school and I was kind of shocked at how plain everything was. I spent a long time making imagining making things bigger and covering them with gold. Everything's better huge and gold, imo.