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May 27, 2008

Over-sharers (Semi) Anonymous (i.e The Blogosphere)

Poor Emily Gould. The former Gawker vilified over the internet for sharing too many details of her personal life on-line is once again under attack. This time for writing an article for the New York Times magazine about how she shared too many details of her personal life on-line and people attacked her for being a narcissistic attention-whore. Because that's totally the thing to do when you draw too much attention to yourself in all the wrong ways. Draw even more attention to yourself.  It kind of reminds me of people who go on reality TV shows and become famous for doing nothing much other than drink too many Long Island Ice Teas and participate in hot tub orgies and then go on other reality TV shows where they basically do the same thing again, the only difference being that they weren't really expected to do any of those things the first time around and the second, that's all they do and all anyone cares to know them for.

Having never met Ms. Gould it's impossible to make any accurate judgements on behalf of her character. Yes, it's easy to mock and criticize; use her as an example of all that is wrong with blogging, and by extension the Internet as a whole. Indeed, many a pixel has been tarnished doing so. But these comment board jeers ignore one critical component of the situation and that is this--people read what she has to say. Emily Gould doesn't write tortured missives detailing her personal and romantic travails that are largely ignored or overlooked. Indeed, the whole fact that people go to great lengths to mock her illustrates that people are paying attention to what she has to say, whether or not they support her desire to say them in the first place. While her critics may accuse her of "over-sharing" the fact remains that she's widely read.

I guess my advice to the Gould-haters is akin to what their mothers probably told them when they were 4 years old and found themselves badgered by the neighborhood bully: If you don't like what somebody has to say, ignore them in hopes that they go away. Writing angry comments about a person on comment boards, whether they be ones sponsored by a major online media empire, or simply humble personal blogs simply draws more attention to a given controversy.

Of course as a blogger, and a long-time over-sharer, I can't help but relate to this and draw it back to myself a bit.

In my last post I pointed to my recent online reticence and explained that I'd rather update my friends about my life in real-time than online. That's still true, but there's another aspect of the situation that I didn't spell out. Long-time readers of this blog know that dating and male-female relationships have been a central theme of Hey Pretty. In fact, a fellow-blogger once described HP as a "quasi-dating blog" on her own blog roll. While that was never the intention of the site, it's what it morphed into because, as single woman experiencing a host of ups and downs in her romantic life and a desire to work them through via the creative outlet and quasi-group therapy nature of blogging, that's what it turned into. But then I started "seeing" or "hanging out with" or whatevering with one person in particular and suddenly his privacy meant more to me than working out whatever issues I might be having with him for all the world to see. Which was a perfectly fine and a seemingly selfless act, I suppose. But with my standard coping mechanism for life's challenges removed, I've found it harder to deal and easier to internalize, which has made me a bit more volatile these days and sort craving the semi-anonymous outlet I once had for kvetching about those problems. Not that there are a ton of major issues and I go through life totally seething and wishing I could spill all, but I do sort of miss this nice little medium where I can scrawl out a quick post about what's bothering me, sort through some comments either telling me to get over myself or sympathizing whole heartedly, and work through the issue until I feel like I've attained some sort of handle on it. Instead, I'm trying other methods, like meditating and yoga and the oh-so adult "putting things in perspective". All of which reap fewer immediate benefits and all rely on my own resolve for any iota of success.

And there's the crux of the matter for us over-sharers. Blogging offers sort of an instant gratification when it comes to venting about personal issues. Write a post, read comments. Things start to feel a bit better. Rather than listening to them reel in a constant inner monolog than grows wearily more boring and maddening by the moment. All this suggests to me that there's probably some specific personality type that's drawn to all this in the first place and that blogging is probably  just a manifestation of it. Were we not living in an Internet age, we'd probably be the same people who write bad poetry in coffee houses or make Woody Allen movies. And people patron those forms of expression just as even the most uncared about, dumbest personal dating blog gets a few hits a day. Because even a few hits indicate that somebody out there is listening and that ear may be a sympathetic one.

So I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say about blogging, or about the fate of HP as I struggle on a daily basis to be a saner, less neurotic individual. Sometimes it's difficult to know when a problem is worth worrying about and when it's something you just need to get off your chest and complain about for a bit. Blogging, despite all that its detractors have to say about it, makes that distinction a little bit clearer.

May 21, 2008

All the Sad Young Interwebs

So there I was quite justly about to burst into tears when I received an IM from good ole' EJ directing me to this little site.

All is better now, hateful company website software and fellow communications staff be damned.

On an alternate note, many of you have been wondering of the fate of HP in recent days, since I have obviously not been updating this site very often.

Yes, you are all correct. Your powers of observation are all quite developed.

The answer is...I don't know. But I am considering jumping ship again and moving this baby over to Tumblr. I have grown tired of constantly feeling the need to explain myself to the world, naval gaze, and rant about issues that are of no consequence to the majority of the denizens of teh intraweb. Long-format blogging is begining to lose its luster. Moreover, as I have found myself pointing out to various (semi) interested parties recently, what's the point of sustaining real-life human relationships if your friends mostly just learn about your adventures via a website? So, friends and strangers, if you're all that interested in knowing what I am up to, feel free to give me a call or drop me an email. I am done with this particularly drawn out isolationist portion of my life and would prefer to bond over wine or coffee, not pixels and comment boards.

May 02, 2008

A Painfully Great Salon.com Article

Step 1: Read this.
Step 2: Get over yourself.

I really loved this article. Mostly because it affirms a realization I had several years ago when in the depths of online dating misery: just because a person likes all the same cultural artifacts as you (Don Delillo; Joan Didion; the film Memento; the OC; whatever the indie band of the moment is) doesn't mean that you'll hit it off and that this person will forever be your soul mate. In fact, most of the guys I met online who claimed to love what I loved proved to be major douchebags (which could have called into question my allegiance towards said artifacts but it never did--maybe it should have).

To this day, whenever I meet a man in his 20's/early 30's who claims to love postmodern fiction and the band Spoon, my knee-jerk reaction is to feel something of sense of weariness towards him. Double that reaction if he has sideburns and attended Wesleyan University. Which isn't to say that all male alums of Wesleyan who love Spoon and pretentious literature are assholes, only that this is what my experience has been.

Try as we may to construct public identities pieced together by a love of all the right intellectual-approved books and other pieces of ephemera, we are not the sum of those parts. Probably because these sums are false calculations. They omit certain details that we'd rather not share. Like our love of Ashlee Simpson, cosmetics shopping, and the show One Tree Hill.

Which is a shame, because in my opinion, a diversity of interests points to a better-rounded individual. Yes, you can be an intellectual and still like cheesy pop songs, teen television mellow-dramas and whatever else your little heart desires.

So come one, come all, get off your high horse and get down to some US Weekly, TMZ, Gossip Girl, or whatever else your little heart desires.