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October 19, 2008



I think it goes a little deeper than just embarrassment in her case (and I have a similar post sitting in my drafts folder I wrote after I reading Schnozzfest's swan song): Sometimes you really are stifled. I have someone who's attacked me online in the past -- not on my blog but s/he does read my blog -- and I feel I have to be careful, because I don't know what this person is capable of, and I've already had some weird things happen. It's hard to write when that's in the back of your head all the time. I'd love to write about it, but the repercussions aren't worth it.


I agree with what was said above. So that's why I don't blog. I'd rather just leave mean comments on other people's blogs.

What's ACA?


I've been around and around this particular topic. I don't think it has anything to do with embarrassment, at least for me. It's all about what I'm comfortable living with people knowing.

Blogging is, I think, a little like skydiving (only, we can hope, without the sudden squishy whump at the end because something went wrong). You have to be able to accept the risks that go along with the thrill, or you lower the level from which you are willing to jump -- like, from the kitchen table.

That is, on reflection, embarrassing.


Ditto what Kathy said. :)


Too bad. Well I don't blog so I don't have your concerns...however....I spend an inordinate amount of time reading blogs and looking at blogs...I like visuals... that I question...as much as I enjoy it I am missing out on living it. Way too much time is spent every morning sitting here.


I hope you weren't apologizing to me for not passing that thing forward. I forgot all about it. Seriously.

I love that when I come here, I don't know what I'm going to get. Sometimes it's melancholy, sometimes it's whole hella funny. Always, it's well written.

Your blog is like a box of chocolates. And if I could make one of those cute little stamps that everyone's always passing around I'd send you one of those too.


See? That fear, sometimes paranoia, is what made me ditch my old blog. I think every two years, I should switch blogs. Like living in a witness protection program. But then how could I let the, like, seven people who read my blog know?

Big Dot

As a repressed, contained, English-descended individual, I'm always astonished at the honesty I find in people's blogs. It's a constant delight to read intelligent, well-written and above all ruthlessly honest (and in your case funny too) pieces about people's own lives and selves. It's heartening and enlightening and I'm grateful for it, but I can understand the soul-searching that must sometimes precede this sort of post. It's disappointingly predictable that sometimes there are unpleasant repercussions for the blogger, but fortunately the Print and be damned philosophy still lives. Good on you!


Kathy - Hm. But on the other hand, if there is a verbal attack, you have the upper hand. Everything s/he says can and will be used against him/er on your blog, after careful scathing consideration. But I see your point of view. Not everyone likes a merry war of words.
.75 - Adult Child of an Alcoholic. The ultimate people-pleasers.
Sherri - But then, what are the risks? It's like talking to a stranger in the next seat on a plane. Don't you tell them everything? Hey, we're all strangers here.
JG - Ditto what I said to Kathy. I see your point, and I will miss your blog, Schnozz.
Stljoie - Oh, believe me, I've working on 100 blogs I follow on Bloglines. I have to move the link off the main page because I took too long to load.
Candy - Today's post is brought to you by the bitter dark chocolate filled with the jellied center.
Becs - We would follow you anywhere, if you want to take the blog geographical cure.
Big Dot - Okay, now that I can focus on the unpleasant repercussions (instead of ignoring them) I can see how they could be inhibiting. My only repurcussion is a troll visit every once in a while. And trolls, either they are right (I AM fat and lazy and smelly, so?) or wrong (I do so have friends and family). But I could see shutting myself down if I knew I was possibly in danger.

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