My embarrassingly lame, totally meaningless name for this blog was all about plausible deniability. I wanted to experiment with having a blog but I didn’t want people to be able to find it or know that it was mine unless I told them. I had a link to it on my Facebook page for awhile, but I removed it as my friend circle started to include more professional contacts who might not appreciate my trashy mouth and half-formed opinions. I can’t figure out whether the new normal is having a traceable internet footprint or pretending like I’m in the witness protection program with pseudonyms for my pseudonyms.
Yesterday was strange. In addition to a lot of other stuff that I really can’t blog about, I was getting emails here and there from both friends and distant acquaintances about the Barry Bonds trial or whatever shenanigans he’s
injected up to. Why? Because his longtime girlfriend and I have the same name. Cue the stream of quotes about “our” sex life, “my” testimony about his shriveling nads, and his threats to violently remove “my” breast implants.
Just as I was about to leave work, I checked Twitter and saw that The Bloggess was asking people to PayPal her eleven cents because she needed $1,000 to buy something “incredibly stupid.” Eleven cents. What the hell.
I did it, and tossed off a little comment with my payment. She quoted it on her blog. I sort of feel like I got a shout-out from the Pope(ess)!
It’s the little things, right? Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to obsessively checking my credit report for evidence of identity theft.
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