It would be a distortion of things to say that I have writer’s block. What I have is about fifty halfway written posts that I keep abandoning because they are not funny enough, or relevant enough, or because I cannot keep up my inspiration level long enough to tie their endings into a neat little bow. This space has been such a fantastic adventure for me the last (counting on fingers) nearly nine months, and though writer’s block seems to be a meme of its own in the blogging world, I really haven’t struggled with topics about which to write. What I struggle with is feeling like I’m turning out something worthwhile.
Phew. What is “worthwhile,” anyway? Is it possible to write a “worthwhile” blogging post? Is that an oxymoron? I think what is happening is that I’m hitting up against the wall of perfectionism. I don’t like to have posts that are unfinished, or that seem overly frivilous. I mean, that is to say, if they are frivilous, then I want that to be their point. Above all, I want them always to be perfect, even if only in my own mind. And nothing perfect is coming out of me lately. A bunch of doohickey is coming out of me lately.
And oh yeah, I’m super jealous, so that’s not helping me come up with engaging posts, either. I am so insanely jealous that Dooce et al. are going to be on Oprah sometime soon. Not that I feel like my blog warrants me being on Oprah or anything. But yeah, it does. Pretty much. I was just saying that as a disclaimer, because I don’t think you’re supposed to say you deserve to be on Oprah. But if Kate Gosselin does, then by golly so do I! So I want to be on Oprah. I mean, the whole thing with the Today show, eh, I could deal with that. But Oprah? Oprah! OOOOOOOOOOOhhpraaaaah!
Mr. Right-Click told me the other day that Terrell Owens once said, “I loves me some me.” I am writing this here so that I remember to use it sometime, because wow.
I watched the show Kings the other day. Worst show ever. Involves monarch butterflies swarming on a dude’s head in the shape of a crown. Am I going to Tivo it? Oh yeah.
I’m officially going to BlogHer now. I have my
scandalously overpriced tickets, even. You have been warned.
Having been called a moron in the past week for making a side point in the middle of a flame war, it occurs to me that the problem with that appellation is that you are almost never allowed to strike back at someone for using it. It’s very rare, you see, that it’s directed towards someone who is in fact a moron, because to call a moron a moron to their face would be cruel, right? So then you are faced with the other complication of that term, viz. that people who go around accusing others of being morons are oftentimes, in fact, morons themselves. So if you direct their attention to this, well then it is you who is not being the sporting one, right? And so once again you are challenged to take the high road precisely when somebody has tried to pull you down onto the low road and rub your face in horse dung.
Which is a kind of a roundabout way of saying, I wish that people felt more comfortable going against the grain sometimes. I wish that they would say, “Bring it on, Moron-Accusers!” I wish that people felt they could voice an opinion about something that was unpopular, or disagree with somebody who has a larger readership than they do. I do not mean being disrespectful about things, but rather to actually say what they think about a topic instead of one of two extremes. The whole boob flame war last week was typical of these kinds of blogging bust-ups in that most people seemed to have very extreme viewpoints one way or the other about it, and these viewpoints were more often than not affected by whomever on either side was their friend.
Here’s the way I look at it: people have opinions about what they are reading. They may voice them or may not, and if it’s a negative viewpoint, they are much less likely to voice it on the original blog. If people don’t want to have “hate” blogs or anonymous blogs where people can talk about bloggers (like the Bathroom Wall here), then there needs to be a more open discussion with less name-calling than happened last week. That goes for, mostly, the commenters, rather than the original bloggers themselves, since it’s usually the comments that end up getting ugly on relatively tame posts. Until that happens, I fully expect more and more “hate” blogs to pop up here, there, and everywhere.