Blogging and Fambly
Kate illustrates the the parent-gap and the dangers of a public blog with one handy conversation:
I was talking with my mother earlier today, and she told me she was disturbed by my recent bloggage, which she characterized as ‘weird.’Mom: You were talking about... I don’t know... ‘floating’ or something...It made me think you were going off the deep end!
Me: Umm, I’m reading the blog right now, and I don’t see anything particularly weird, mom.
Mom: Well, of course *you* don’t think so!
Me: What’s weird?
Mom: It makes it sound like you’re on drugs or something. I read it and thought, “Is she on drugs? Is she going off the deep end?”
Me: [Hee hee hee hee hee.]
Mom: Do you *want* people to think you’re on drugs, is that it??
Me: No, mom, I don’t want people to think I’m on drugs.
Mom: Well, then you shouldn’t write things that are so weird.
As for me, I think my mom grokked my weirdness when I was two. Hence the dexedrine. And, as a certain journalist once wrote before he shot himself in the head and got blasted out of a cannon, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
This here is a $10 trillion economy, by god! I plan to find my weird niche in it and make a living.
