nakedness.

so why do people blog? do they think their lives are so interesting that their every moves should be documented? do they think they have insight and wisdom others don't have? do they long to be famous? is it a type of voyeurism - a chance to look into the intimate details of someone else's life? it is merely a way to keep in touch with those so far away from you? 

when melina and i were writing snarkygirls, it was a good read. we disguised our friends and enemies by giving them new names. we wrote about the people who annoyed us, who vexed us, who loved us. we were mean and snarky and full of venom. but we were also each pretty unhappy with the state of our lives. when we tried to revive snarkygirls, we failed miserably. matt d in japan explained it thusly one night to melina: "you all were bitches." and at the height of the snark, we really were. snarky part two failed miserably because, well, i liked my new life. melina liked her new life. we each had moved away from the tundra, onto better things. yay for us. bad for snark. 

but it's still a good read. 

now i blog because i desperately miss writing, and i need to get back into the swing of things. betsy and i recently became friends with a guy finishing up his mfa in fiction. he's cute and smart...and a really good writer. this is inspiring. i can't wait to talk with him more about writing. i miss that. 

not too long ago i worried i'd forgotten how to tell a story. i really hope this isn't something that turns out to be true.

here's a piece from the nytimes on why exposing ourselves seems like a good - and then very bad - idea, from a former editor/writer for gawker.