Why I write about what I do...
Heather Armstrong is one of the key-note speakers at the South By Southwest Festival this year. She writes explicitly and honestly about her life - her daughter, her husband and her battle with depression. She pulls no punches, even posting once that her aunt liked to judge what someone previously had to eat based off the smell of flatulence. More seriously, she got fired from her job by what she posted on her blog, creating the verb "dooced". Not coincidentally, she makes a living from her blog.
Check it:
www.dooce.com
People like this back up my reasoning for posting frank discussions of my life as a single, 20-something. Whenever someone says, 'You should seriously be wary about what you say and think about what it is you post before you post it,' I will point them towards Mrs. Armstong's blog. The fact is I actively consider what I post before I post it. If I write something in a moment of frustration, in a moment of inspiration, or in a moment of sadness, no matter if I come across as a callous dick, the final product is me - open and honest. It's something I generally find missing from common human interaction today.
And if people don't like what I have to say, there are a few options: 1) You don't have to read what I have to say. 2) You don't have to talk/like me. 3) Post a comment and we'll discuss your feelings on whatever subject I happen to be expounding upon in that post.
The fact is, spend time talking to me for 15 minutes and your perception of who I am will most likely change. But if you choose to detest my character for what I write about on-line, then so be it.
That said, my friend Library Girl told me the other day that she thinks that I have a need for acceptance and I care more than I like to admit about what people think of me. Consider this my argument against that idea. Now, about her theory that I want to be famous and I have untapped potential - I say, fuck yeah.
Check it:
www.dooce.com
People like this back up my reasoning for posting frank discussions of my life as a single, 20-something. Whenever someone says, 'You should seriously be wary about what you say and think about what it is you post before you post it,' I will point them towards Mrs. Armstong's blog. The fact is I actively consider what I post before I post it. If I write something in a moment of frustration, in a moment of inspiration, or in a moment of sadness, no matter if I come across as a callous dick, the final product is me - open and honest. It's something I generally find missing from common human interaction today.
And if people don't like what I have to say, there are a few options: 1) You don't have to read what I have to say. 2) You don't have to talk/like me. 3) Post a comment and we'll discuss your feelings on whatever subject I happen to be expounding upon in that post.
The fact is, spend time talking to me for 15 minutes and your perception of who I am will most likely change. But if you choose to detest my character for what I write about on-line, then so be it.
That said, my friend Library Girl told me the other day that she thinks that I have a need for acceptance and I care more than I like to admit about what people think of me. Consider this my argument against that idea. Now, about her theory that I want to be famous and I have untapped potential - I say, fuck yeah.