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August 19, 2010

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Annie

love this. thank you. we all need to revamp/revisit/recreate ourselves and our manifestos every so often. rock on!

teent

Well, I know I've told you (and I hope you believe me) that you're totally "worth it", and that I love you. Even though we're both lost in life and had shitty parental units, etc, you're still the highest on my list of important, special, talented people. Wish we could get together more often.

Jennu

My motherfucking unfinished projects weigh on me too. Hee! I have to use that word even more now.

Even as a writer of personal essays (for money, in actual publications), I'm careful about what to share. My mother insists that she wouldn't dream of hating something I published, but I don't think that would include the details of my difficult home life growing up.

Maybe you could start an anonymous blog for those stories. Of course your readers here would never know about it since linking to it would defeat the purpose, but you'd find others.

Sue

This snippet - "Iron your thread before you hand sew or embroider - it makes everything go more smoothly, motherfuckah!" - is one of the funniest things I have read on a blog in a long time. Still laughing.

I think you have touched upon one of the tensions of social media in general - is it public or private? A speech to a crowded room or a "dear diary" entry? Real name or anonymous? One of the interesting things about all of this social media, in my opinion, is that it forces you to stop trying to be different things to different people: there is one post, everyone reads it. Everyone, including Grandma, the ex, the drunk college roommate, the psycho neighbor, the well-loved and the casual acquaintance, the radicals and conservatives who linger out there in your cyberspace past. At some point, you are bound to offend someone; it is just part of sharing yourself.

I know someone who tweets/blogs very candidly but won't tell anyone her name, even people she meets in real life. I understand that she is exploring her "alter ego" but there is something about it that seems phony. At the end of the day, who we are on the internet is also who we are in real life. And just like real life, you either activate the little internal censor or you face the consequences. You may not want to let it all hang out, but you can be honest and articulate most of it. So there, beeatch!

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