“Hey Refugee, when are you going to give me the address to your secret blog people keep telling me about?”
I doubt Miss Manners has ever had to encounter a situation quite like this; but I am pretty confident that she would posit that any request to learn an explicit secret is rude. I am not sure if I was more bothered by the question or my exceedingly lame “then it wouldn’t be a secret any more would it” response. Fortunately, the question was slurred in my direction from a more than casual (but not by much) acquaintance whose attention was quickly diverted back to his drink.
I knew that this day would come. This city’s too small, a few details too specific, and some confidences are held only as well as the possessor holds their liquor. I know the people I have told about this place, and I know that I asked for their discretion. I know a few of the people who have deduced because they made a show of telling me about their deductive thoughts. I also know that I can’t un-ring the bell for people who have heard, traded in gossip, or even those who might have learned through my own indiscretion.
Funny thing about the bifurcated world of anonymous blogging is that we are free to be as open, raw, vulnerable, profane, angry, or guarded as the bounds of our conscious will allow. Even when that cloak of anonymity is pulled back to translate virtual relationships with other bloggers or readers into material bonds we still do so on our own terms. We do so with the knowledge that we will be sharing this information with that subset who can read and touch. When we disclose to pre-blogging friends or others who don’t know it is that same controlled release.
To you all in my blind spot, I ask that you not expand the circle, because I like the freedom of controlled release. I like being able to write openly.
So next time our paths cross pretend like you never read the story about the time I _________________ because I didn’t tell you.
You know it is Wednesday and I took my turn as contributing editor at DC Blogs. Go on check out that which moved me more than most this past week.
And here are a few links I also was digging but couldn’t use in the round-up for whatever reason:
Just about anyone who has talked to me for more than twenty minutes since this summer has heard me blame almost the entirety of our current economic crisis on the grotesque greed of the Masters of the Universe. If I had the time to write an op-ed for the Washington Post and wrote as well as two leading professors from Harvard University, it would have been something like this.
I really think that Vix, The Over Educated Nympho, has the best idea about re-jiggering not just Valentine’s Day but the entire month of February for single people. Happy “I Am So Much Hotter Than That New Tool/Hooker S/He is Dating” Day.