
Freebirds - Houston, TX
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I read loads of Blogs - not nearly as many as I used to and not nearly as religiously as I used to, but my eyeballs are still there. Through this reading, I have gotten to know so many voices and virtual storytelling methods. Bloggers are amazing.
For years I have found myself on the fence of 'howtheheckdoIblog' and 'whatthehellamIreallytryingtosayhere'. So, for the most part, I've taken the more detached road - safe observations (albeit sometimes slightly snarky) about things I see on the interwebs and the like.
But other more fierce and outspoken Bloggers (can you say Bloggess?) just put it all out there. They are funny and mildly disturbing and I love them for it. Like really, really love them.
For whatever reason, I typically don't go there. Typically. So yesterday's Yelp Freebirds review (and pretty much every other online restaurant review site related to Houston - seriously, look it up I'm all sorts of thorough) post about how they employ disreputable tattooed attempted home wreckers was a bit of a change for me. And also in this post title, which really says it all doesn't it? So yeah, even I slip up at times.
So anyway, enough about me and burrito slinging hookers. I really just wanted to share this great article in the NY Times by Emily Gould. She talks a lot about her revealing blogging habits and her work at Gawker. What interests me specifically is the concept of online non-anonymity - the wide-wide-open un-privacy of personal disclosure online.
I've never been that open of a person about my personal life - on or offline. But in a way I do see how it becomes this little time capsule of your life. Never before have you been able to Google through your various bad habits, ridiculous relationships and other random life periods.
No wonder we’re ready to confess our innermost thoughts to everyone: we’re constantly being shown that the surest route to recognition is via humiliation in front of a panel of judges.
But is that really what’s making people blog? After all, online, you’re not even competing for 10 grand and a Kia. I think most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there’s a place where a record of their existence is kept — a house with an always-open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you. Sometimes that house is messy, sometimes horrifyingly so. In real life, we wouldn’t invite any passing stranger into these situations, but the remove of the Internet makes it seem O.K.
What are your policies on personal disclosure? How many blog posts have you ever woken up the next morning and promptly deleted?
Do you feel better when you just let it out there - even if it's little snippets that could be construed completely differently than intended? Because you know after the last week of personal turmoil... I think I sure do. :) Sometimes online disclosure is magically cathartic. I'm feeling the magic.
And next time you feel like eating fast food, please do consider Freebirds (specifically the 3745 Greenbriar location) - as you get an extra side of hooch. For free, or at least at a cost that doesn't come up until later in the Super Sized meal called life. Ashley is the greatest, really. Extra guacamole anyone?