So, I admit it, I "lurk." This is a word people who are really into blogging use to describe those that visit blogs but do not comment. I hope that I have many lurkers, so that my efforts here are not entirely futile. Anyhoo.
Lurking can take one places they could have never imagined. Where people have lingoes and acronyms like "IRL." In real life. Wow. So, I sometimes lurk on this blog of a girl I knew in high school but wasn't really friends with. Wife Sarah describes the blog as the electronic version of watching paint dry. It's true, but somehow we return to read and judge.
From that blog which I shall henceforth call the Paint Blog for clarity's sake, I wandered to this other blog of some girl that lives in suburban or rural Minnesota and whose entire life revolves around her husband. And now her pregnancy. She posts weekly pictures of her "bump" and is this retro, post/anti feminist McCain-supporting Christian. We shall call her blog Bump Blog. So, on election night, I may or may not have stopped by her blog and "de-lurked" (her word, not mine) myself to tell her how proud she should be of America. JESUS. Have another glass of wine, Kristina. She got really mad and commented on my blog with a defensive yet only half-literate rant about how she hopes America won't be as great as I hope or as bad as she fears. YAWN.
Have you kept up with me? First there was Paint Blog, then Bump Blog. Bump Blog has like 100 people that follow it. There is apparently some network of young woman bloggers whose lives and writing are entirely wrapped up in their weddings (not marriages, but weddings); and getting pregnant or being infertile. The more you click, the creepier it gets. It's very very early in the morning so I don't think I'm conveying quite how creepy it is- but it's so much that I start feeling like Bump Blogger is actually sort of normal, at least compared to the other creepies blogging out there.
I think I am going to go back to watching many hours of cable news. It's not as exciting now that the election is over, but I am not out to make enemies on the internet, and creepy blogs/bloggers mixed with wine seems a recipe for disaster.
4 comments:
I HATE that term "bump". There are a lot of weirdos out there. It seems to me if someone blogs and you make a comment, it doesn't give them the right to rant at you. Hmmm, maybe she only wants people who agree with her to "de-lurk". (another dumb term). Hope you have a nice Thanksgiving.
In this way, I spent like 45 minutes reading a friend of (or maybe a friend of a friend of) bump-- which, keep in mind is really like 4 degrees from someone I *used* to know. She has these really bizarre writings where she talks about Obama like I would talk about Bush... concern for the direction and moral compass of the country. Except you know, my moral compass is centered on everyone being healthy, educated and happy and hers is centered on... well, Jesus. Now, I am no christian, but as far as I can tell, Jesus would want everyone healthy, educated and happy, too. As opposed to just thinking about him all the time... but I digress. Bump's husband is "not allowed" to read her blog. Is it dysfunctional and bizarre to write for an audience of your friends and many "lurkers" but not your "soul mate?" I'll let you judge. Since that's what we do, here on the internets.
--your wife
Bump's husband is not allowed to read her blog? How weird. Isn't the point of a blog is so anyone can read and comment on your blog? If it's that secret, keep a locked diary like you did when you were ten years old.
If a thought or comment is so private - don't put it on the internet for pete's sake.
KBLA - This is an excellent post, and I absolutely lurk blogs of weirdos all the time too. I wish you were going to be around during Christmas in Minnesota but wish you and Johan and Eduardo happy travels and a very very feliz navidad. - KBM
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