I'm not sure how I feel about people keeping things as serious as a daily commitment to public writing from their husband/significant others/friends/people that are "important" in their lives. I can't help but wonder what would happen when someone unexpected, someone that you never wanted to read it, discovered it.
I know a woman who's been writing a public blog since 2007. Usually she writes about her husband, her children and the general on-goings of her life; although, she never wrote their names, and goes by an alias herself. Anyway, her writing never seemed like a big deal to me. Then her husband found out about it.
And when that happened, I started to think about the things she'd write -- the things I knew/read as comedy, but things perhaps her husband would be hurt by. When it's at the expense of someone who has zero idea he/she was being written about, I have a hard time feeling sympathetic in the wake of the repercussions. I feel like he has every reason to be a little heartbroken in discovering that his wife has successfully kept a secret existence from him for two years.
After her husband found out, she started writing by invitation only -- meaning not any old person can stop by and read what she writes. She doesn't have to worry about perhaps a mother-in-law, or family friend, or sometime in the future, perhaps even a kid stumbling upon a blog she wrote where she trashed the way her husband was contributing that day.
Don't misunderstand this, I've definitely opened my mouth and inserted my foot on more than one occasion with this blog. The key to my blunders is that I never tried to hide them. The things I've written about people are advertised all over my Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, AIM... everywhere. Not that this excuses any hurtful things I said, but I always also said those things directly to the person they were about (which was almost always Jon-Michael, I'm sorry honey).
This entry of mine is about people writing openly public, openly blatant, openly hurtful blogs about people in their lives without giving those people the benefit of knowing it's happening. It'd be one thing if the writer was writing in a private online diary, but we're talking about public blogs here. Blogs anyone with enough sense to use Google could discover. And my how your world might crumble were the wrong person to Google the right word.
My friend with the family blog changed her set-up. And I too have learned from my past. I think it may be true that everyone has to learn on their own time, but ... just let this be a warning.
If you're going to have a bitch-fest, do it in private. And if there's any brain-wielding adult on this planet who still believes in complete anonymity on the internet, let me shake you vigorously by the neck. It does not exist.
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I know a woman who's been writing a public blog since 2007. Usually she writes about her husband, her children and the general on-goings of her life; although, she never wrote their names, and goes by an alias herself. Anyway, her writing never seemed like a big deal to me. Then her husband found out about it.
And when that happened, I started to think about the things she'd write -- the things I knew/read as comedy, but things perhaps her husband would be hurt by. When it's at the expense of someone who has zero idea he/she was being written about, I have a hard time feeling sympathetic in the wake of the repercussions. I feel like he has every reason to be a little heartbroken in discovering that his wife has successfully kept a secret existence from him for two years.
After her husband found out, she started writing by invitation only -- meaning not any old person can stop by and read what she writes. She doesn't have to worry about perhaps a mother-in-law, or family friend, or sometime in the future, perhaps even a kid stumbling upon a blog she wrote where she trashed the way her husband was contributing that day.
Don't misunderstand this, I've definitely opened my mouth and inserted my foot on more than one occasion with this blog. The key to my blunders is that I never tried to hide them. The things I've written about people are advertised all over my Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, AIM... everywhere. Not that this excuses any hurtful things I said, but I always also said those things directly to the person they were about (which was almost always Jon-Michael, I'm sorry honey).
This entry of mine is about people writing openly public, openly blatant, openly hurtful blogs about people in their lives without giving those people the benefit of knowing it's happening. It'd be one thing if the writer was writing in a private online diary, but we're talking about public blogs here. Blogs anyone with enough sense to use Google could discover. And my how your world might crumble were the wrong person to Google the right word.
My friend with the family blog changed her set-up. And I too have learned from my past. I think it may be true that everyone has to learn on their own time, but ... just let this be a warning.
If you're going to have a bitch-fest, do it in private. And if there's any brain-wielding adult on this planet who still believes in complete anonymity on the internet, let me shake you vigorously by the neck. It does not exist.
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Just gotta be willing to face the downfall, that's all.