teenage fan club
This just in:
Interesting people run interesting blogs, but it's remarkable how few of them there are.
So the upshot of all this is it that not withstanding the gems of self-publishing - largely unsung by the A-list evangelists because they refuse to conform to the canon (Cryptome and Indymedia are not considered part of the club, for example) - the field is largely populated by adolescents - of all ages.
Maybe we're all safer this way - thanks to weblogs. Maybe blogs are a way of keeping the truly antisocial out of harm's way. So if you know a middle-aged sociopath, for heaven's sake, point him to a computer and show him how to start a weblog.
At least it will keep him off the streets.
This middle-aged sociopath is way ahead of you, idiot.
Frankly, I think it's people who spend their time writing columns about how tedious weblogs are that ought to rethink their life choices.
Perhaps we are all teenage girls at heart. That's not a bad thing. Teenage girls have passione and verve and the chutzpah to do anything and wear anything they want. They are brazen and sometimes sullen and most of all self-deprecating. They know how to laugh at silly things and enjoy all of life's riches without seeing the gloom that lies underneath. They are at once oblivious and hawk-eyed and just a touch self-centered. Ok, a lot self centered. I should know. I am the mother of a teenage girl. I was a teenage girl.
In fact, I still am. I am a teenage girl trapped in the body of a middle-aged sociopath.
At least I spend my time writing about things that mean something to me, rather than writing about how boring the thing I am writing about is.