I once said, more than a year ago on my first blog, that "the net is filled with potholes and assholes just like the real world."
How foretelling.
When did they open the door to this world and start letting just anybody in? (oh, jeesh, 'scuse me. that was the point of it, huh.)
The email exchanges flying around this week, and posts on girlism and sexism and feminism and selfishness -- all of the posturing that is going on -- seems like some kind of sped-up virtual Darwinism gone awry.
Are we in a battle of survival of the fittest? And what is a "fit" blogger.
Shudder.
The current mandate seems something like this: Evolve and become a big-blog media whore/gigolo who uses their blog to pander to some [insert your label here] bunch or another. Come in, come on, and argue with us. Draw the line in the sand. Rant and bitch and show how much you know.
But don't show your feelings. Don't be vulnerable. That's so unevolved.
Dat's how da dinosaurs got gone.
What will this place look like in 10 years, which is probably the equivilant of 1,000 years offline? If it evolves in the direction it seems to be going, then go turn on your TV right now. Turn to one of the aimless news channels. You'll be looking at your online future.
How fucking exciting.
If those of us who write about "more than" any one topic, any one passion, but who write passionately, decide to give up (which I've heard more than one good blogger express this week), then this place won't be any different from that place.
Great, just great.
Jeneane's phrase of the day: If you don't want to know me, then blow me.
