Rosemary Port, the blogger behind “Skanks in NYC,” is suing Google for $15 million for revealing her identity to model Liskula Cohen, whom Port called a “psychotic, lying, whoring ... skank” on the blog. Initially, Cohen was going to sue Port for defamation, but then she realized she knew this angry blogger and decided to call her up and sort things out without clogging up the legal system. We thought the whole saga was over. Until Port said, “I’m ready to take this all the way to the Supreme Court.”

Earlier this week we told you about Liskula Cohen, the model who was pissed off because an anonymous blogger was calling her mean names on the internet. A judge ruled that Cohen had the right to know the identity of the blogger behind “Skanks In NYC,” so she could sue them for defamation, and ordered Google to fork over the email address that the blogger used to start the site. At the time, Cohen said she hoped the person wouldn’t end up being someone she knows and considers a friend. Well, after doing some internet sleuthing—using Google, I assume?—Cohen discovered that her nemesis was, in fact, a frenemy! The woman behind “Skanks in NYC” is a “social acquaintance”—her name hasn’t been revealed—who Cohen describes as “an irrelevant person” whom she’d bump into at events and restaurants. So what did Cohen do with this new information? The answer may surprise you.

If someone started a blog about you, where they posted photos and called you a “skank” and a “ho,” what would you do? Would you sue? That’s exactly what Liskula Cohen wants to do, but the blogger behind “Skanks in NYC,” which is devoted to trashing the blonde model, is anonymous. However, a Manhattan judge ruled yesterday that Google—which owns Blogger.com, the blogging platform that hosts “Skanks in NYC”—must give up the identity of the anonymous writer behind it.

Recently, we found ourselves in Austin, Texas for South By Southwest’s Interactive Conference. It was a tornado of fish tacos, rain and excessive Twittering. But the rare occasion to have bloggers and big players in new media together for a week made it a perfect opportunity to ask their opinion on the web-couple’s ultimate dilemma: To blog or not to blog…

A few weeks into dating him, when it wasn’t even clear that we were doing more than falling into bed and blogging the pillow talk the morning after, he texted me to ask, “We’re not secret right?”

“Secret?” I wrote back. “Aren’t we on Flickr?”

That’s the moment when it got, as the uselessly succinct Facebook menu options put it, both “serious” and “complicated.”

Our relationship wasn’t founded simply on this trendy sort of self-disclosure: we were just reporting on our sex lives before anyone else did.  It shouldn’t have shocked me, let alone the audience we gained along the way, that it’d all have to end online, too.  So how do you deal with a breakup like that, without breaking up with the Internet?

Hey guys, did ya notice that lull in posts there for awhile? That’s because we took a little trip down to Miami and will be blogging from there the rest of the week (I know, life sucks SO MUCH sometimes). Forgive us if we’re not quite as prolific the next few days—we’ll still be blogging as usual, just with a few mojito-filled siesta breaks.