The Dangers of Blogger Love (Plagiarism Watch-out)

Whoa.

Ok, so I just read two columns - one from a blogger girl, one from a blogger boy - chronicling their romance and break-up and the publicity of it all, given the girl's popular bloggerificness. The boy didn't like it; the girl couldn't help it... the blog inevitably ended their relationship, let us say.

Boy wasn't happy at how her emotions were aired online. Girl felt like she was being herself: her blog was a natural extension of her emotional and at bare minimum personal self. Boy felt like Girl was exposing her vulnerability. Boy felt violated. Girl didn't realize... I suppose... that Boy felt this way. The blogging seemed, at any rate, to destroy the secret newness of it all, especially since they were not only co-workers, but both newly out of long-term relationships.

Okay. Got it. Lucky this got to me in time, because I was totally just going to write about the incredibly new, hot romance I've got going on and all the HOT HOT SEX we've been having. I was even going to include details about the new guy's beautiful... yeah right. Whatever. Had ya going.

I'm totally not getting any. But that is not ANY of your business, ok? So what if I write about it on my "blog" that gets, like, a mere fraction of Miss Emily Gould's readers (just google her and get it over with already, wouldja)? But if I WAS, and I COULD BE LYING, I would totally write about it all the time, every day, every single last detail. Yep. Every bit.

I guess the moral of this story is: blog and get dumped. Or, blog and get lots of sex (depending on whether your dear old bf wants to be blogged about or not, I suppose). Or, keep mum and just be a normal human being who hides their life away and never tells a single soul anything about themselves without their having earned it, or something. Which, let me tell you, blogging is NOT about.

Glad THAT'S over! If only our great-grandparents could have known what their future generational offspring were in for, romantically-speaking. Blogging isn't just gossip; it's straight-from-the-source direct: my heart, it's brooooken! He or she suuuucks! But I luuuurve them! It's pathetic, is what it is, but it's real and like it or not, some people actually enjoy putting their hearts on their sleeve.

Not what you're in for? Don't date a blogger.