Okay, back on subject. As most of my close friends and family know, I’m an open book. Ask anything of me, and I will tell you. I am not afraid to share my life with others. I really don’t see the harm in a personal blog in which perfect strangers can learn…I don’t know, my underwear size? In case you’re wondering, I am not actually planning on sharing that. But, hypothetically, if I did, what harm would it cause me? I simply do not comprehend.
My boyfriend, whom I shall call Phineas, disagrees wholeheartedly. No, he disagrees rabidly. Phineas thinks that flaunting the explicit details of my day for the entire Internet to see cheapens my life. He also believes that it cheapens the friendships I have with people who took the time to get to know me and ask questions of me. Finally, he thinks that my need to write for an audience is unhealthy because I desire some sort of “community” that reaffirms me.
Let me first say that I’m not debasing any of his arguments. I think he has a point. But as much as I try to see things from his point of view, I can’t. I love the art of blogging and I respect its potential too much to let it go. Needless to say, Phineas is not supportive of this particular venture. For now, we will have to agree to disagree until one of us is proven right.
What do you think? Should bloggers censor themselves and protect their privacy? Doesn’t that just defeat the premise of being real?