Friday, September 09, 2011
The other day, a blogger I follow on Twitter asked her readers what meal we were planning for 9/11. There is no 9/11 feast! It is not a holiday! She disgusted me, and since she has turned me off with previous rantings, I guess it's no big deal to unfollow her. Sorry, sweetheart, things just didn't work out.
On my end, I have watched the increasing absence of replies to my tweets and Facebook comments. I guess people got exasperated with me and yanked me from their network. My feelings are hurt, but maybe we weren't a good fit, and... sorry, sweetheart.
It can get dire and nasty, too. One blogger reports that her enemy list is so vicious, they have created shadow blogs, parodying everything she writes. I think that's really mean. Fortunately, I'm not famous enough for that kind of mistreatment.
Most of my encounters with commenters and tweeps and FB friends have been very nice. But I'd like to talk about more than "what I ate." I'm sick of writing about food every day, even though I almost always have a topic, because I almost always eat. Again, though, I want to be cautious. I like to write, but I don't reveal too much of myself. Or bore you.
So I'll just put out some questions. Are you tired of this medium? Are you sorry about the name you gave your blog? (I still like mine.) Are you embarrassed by the nickname you gave yourself? (Yes.) Do you sense a dwindling in the power of blogging? (I know, it's dead as a doornail, but it'll never go away.)
Talk to me. If I feel a little less shy, maybe I'll tell you about my first day at school. Or the three years in a row I was required to take Home Ec. (Yeah, we might be talking about food.)
Posted by cookiecrumb at 11:30 AM