I have a weird confession to make, but I suspect I am not alone. I read blogs written by people I don’t like. I can think of two blogs written by people I don’t like that I read daily — dare I say, almost obsessively. And I can think of two more blogs that I read once a week, also written by people I don’t like. Keep reading »
It’s the age-old story. Boy meets girl. Boy marries girl and has two kids with her. Girl starts a blog. Boy starts a blog.
Boy and girl get divorced. Boy and girl join together to write a blog about what it’s like to be divorced parents living within walking distance of one another in New York City and trying to keep their kids off the psych ward. Keep reading »
In a new post, “The Older Child,” blogger Heather Armstrong, better known as Dooce, seems to suggest that her eldest daughter no longer wants her mother to blog about her, at least not without her permission. Which begs the question: Should so-called “mommy bloggers” be able to blog about their kids without their kids’ permission? Keep reading »
There are real downsides to writing about your life on the internet. For one thing, “sharing” — in the form of your deepest feelings or the most benign observations — starts to become a knee-jerk reaction every time something happens. A particularly awesome development on “Lost”? Tweet your reaction during the commercial break. Feeling inexplicably sad because the person you have a crush on doesn’t seem to give a s**t? Tweet “FMLFMLFML” and then pen a blog post about it the next day. Eventually you realize that your internal filter — the part of you that says, “I think I am going to keep this to myself” — has switched off. That’s what’s happened to me. Keep reading »
Writing about one’s personal life on the internet for a living is a tricky thing. We Frisky staffers, for example, have each had to decide for ourselves how much of our private lives and personal thoughts we’re willing to put out there and to set boundaries accordingly. I, for one, decided long ago that certain things that were off-limits here on The Frisky and on my personal blog, City Wendy (or anywhere else, for that matter).
I stay away from intimate revelations about my family, my husband, and my husband’s family. If I’m inspired by friends’ personal experiences, I check with them first before I write about them, and then I’m always careful to give them pseudonyms and avoid providing details that may “out” them. I won’t write (much) about my sex life and I’d never consider writing about anyone I care about in a way that might embarrass them or jeopardize their jobs or other personal relationships …
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Once upon a time, weblogs were weird websites written by a few nerdy types. Now, blogs are everywhere. They’ve gone mainstream. People actually get paid to blog for a living. There are pros and cons to blogging-for-dollars. On the up side, you get to do something you love, in many cases you get to work from home, and you get the pleasure of seeing your ideas, interests, and opinions out there in a matter of minutes for everyone to read. On the down side, a job is a job is a job, working at home can get lonely, and the drive to keep up with the blogging Joneses can get stressful. Still, we think the pros far outweigh the cons. Here are a few basic steps you can take if being a pro blogger is the position of which you dream. Keep reading »
When John Mayer’s supremely ignorant Playboy interview hit the wires, I, like most people, was appalled. Not just by his idiotic racism, but by the way he spoke about his exes. I mean, the dude compared Jessica Simpson to crack! Said she was like “sexual napalm!” What a jerk! I mean, how indiscreet!
I watched Jessica Simpson tell Oprah that no, she hadn’t forgiven him for his big fat mouth and was disappointed that he’d sunk so low. I harrumphed, “You go, Jessica!” as I high-fived my TV screen.
Then I recalled how many times I’d blabbed about exes. I’ve been writing about relationships, often my own, for the past 10 years. In that time, I’ve done some serious dishing—and dissing. The truth is, most of my recountings were far less flattering than what John had to say about Jessica.
My name is Judy and I am a hypocrite. Keep reading »
Lately I’ve noticed a number of commenters remarking or complimenting me on my willingness to “put myself out there” on The Frisky, sometimes scolding others whose remarks or jokes might end up hurting my feelings. The thing is, there’s very little feedback on what I write — i.e., about my personal experience or my decisions — that would bother me. (Criticism of how I write I’m more sensitive to.) Recently a fellow Frisky staffer asked me how I’ve learned to not care what people think.
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You know who’s not having a very Merry Christmas? The guy kissing the hot chick on the left. His name is Carmelo and for three months he was carrying on an affair with the hot chick (her name is Sheryl), even though he had a girlfriend. Sheryl, who writes a blog called “Musings of an Irate Commuter,” did not know Carmelo had a girlfriend. You see, their love story started out oh-so-romantically. Carmelo posted a “Missed Connection” ad about her, after crushing on her during the train ride to work every morning. Sheryl actually saw the ad on Craigslist and responded, and the rest, as they say, is history. Well, sort of… Keep reading »
A blogger for Copyblogger, who wrote under the name “James Chartrand,” outed herself as a female, explaining that she chose a male name to earn more money and get more respect in her career.
Years ago The Blogger Formerly Known As James Chartrand (who declined to identify her real name) hit a plateau in her career. She couldn’t command a higher rate. She lost gigs she should have gotten. Things were looking grim. So she distanced herself from her existing company by choosing a pen name: “I picked a name that sounded to me like it might convey a good business image. Like it might command respect.”
She chose a male pen name. Ha, more like penis name! Keep reading »