taking the passive out of passive-aggressive

Friday, July 01, 2005

Long discussion with Sweetney last night over beers about the public/private problem of blogging. She and I feel similarly uncomfortable, due to a variety of weird/unpleasant experiences with our blogs and the attitude of some of the people now reading them. Her manifesto is a good thing and I hope it solves her problem. For me, I just want people who either a) don't like me, or b) are here to try and get some kind of gossip, to stop reading this and go away so I can write freely again.

5 Comments:

At 2:44 PM, Blogger Mama C-ta said...

Howdy...I just started reading your blog and now I feel bad! I am starting to feel it can be an invasion of someone's privacy, to be so involved in a strangers personal matters, even though it's in a pretty public forum, sometimes you just want to write for yourself and not have to worry about anything beyond that.

Anyway, not sure what my point is but I don't fit into A or B so I assume I'm still safe to read :) And if I happen to see a baby eating ice out of the Keg at the next Rock n Romp I won't even utter the words "Oh you must be House of Dismay, I read your blog, etc.."

 
At 3:12 AM, Blogger Josh said...

I dunno, if you post in a public space, expect all kinds of public attention. If you don't want your life exposed, stop exposing it. I have a blog but it is for nothing more than posting pictures and press and random shit. I'd have to be half out of my mind to post my private life daily. Fuck that. The only people I want to know what's going on with me are the people I talk to.

 
At 7:05 AM, Blogger Claire said...

Yeah, but blogging about my life is fun, and it's one of the ways I connect with the world around me. I write all this hoping that someone will discover they're not alone in their feelings, or maybe they'll just be amused. I've met some great people through this blog, I've reconnected with other people I'd lost touch with, and I think the personal nature of it is the only reason why.

 
At 12:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

When I was in high school, I became a "punker". Not hardcore, but an alternateen just the same. It was my three good friends and me, armed with holes-in-the-knees, black eyeliner and the Violent Femmes. Once in a while we'd get harassed by a bunch of rednecks or jocks for being freaks. "Why don't they mind their own business...Why won't they leave us alone?" we'd ask. We'd cry our stories of shorn to anyone who would listen.

Although always very supportive of my odd garb and unconventional smallt-town antics, I remember my mother giving me the typical parent advice; "If you don't want to be treated different, then don't behave differently. If you don't want to be noticed, then don't give people reason to notice you." she'd say lovingly. I would then turn tail and retort with something really smart like "No way, that's stupid." We, of course, buried our need to be different under the thinly veiled cover of idealism and making the world a better place. But we knew damn well the reason we were four little punks was because, yes mom, we just wanted to be different.

Clearly, you're proud of your newfound independence and your unconventional view of the world. So much so, you've decided to tell the world of it. Good for you. Just remember, with that comes people want to bust your balls. Or disagree with you. Or call you a freak. C'mon, HOD. You're a punker and you want all the world to know it. You prove that every time you make another entry on this blog. So either suck it up or sell your Violent Femmes tapes and join the ratrace. I hear Celine Dion has a new album coming out.

 
At 1:10 PM, Blogger dogfaceboy said...

I guess I'm lucky.

 

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