When I don’t know what to write I usually yell from my desk (read: bed) across the 12-14 feet that make up my apartment to Geanna’s wing (read: room) something to the effect of, “I need something to write about!” And then, using an indoor voice because we’re a kiddie pool’s distance from each other, she says, “hhmm – well ______’s friend ______ is going through a really bad ______ with some ______.” And we go from there.
This, though a wonderful source of bonding for us (and our neighbors!) — is no way to fill a blog.
Time for audience participation. As of late you’ve been commenting like you have strong opinions, valid questions, and better grammar than me (I?…).
Send stories. Ask question. Suggest topics. Post links.
You can be anonymous. You can be shamelessly self-promoting. You can be one of my sisters (or Dani-the-commenter who has the same name as one of my sister).
As you may have noticed there is a box at right labeled “Followers” featuring 1×1″ pictures of people who follow this blog via its RSS feed — a piece of online technology I understand about as much as the sub prime mortgage crisis and why they ever stopped making Pure Moods CDs.
It creeps me out for a number of reasons, paramount among them the 1×1″ picture of my Dad on it, which inspired Pierson to leave me the following voicemail, …”Dude – when did your Dad become a real estate dealer?”… and also because, much like the Mona Lisa, I feel its/his eyes follow me as I write with a look that either means, “I’m just so proud…” or “did you really need to say ‘fuck’ right there?”
But since the blogger people call then followers, and I note that the only people who have followers they don’t listen to are Kim Jong ill and Mark Zuckerberg (give us back our perfectly square pictures!!!) I’ve decided it’s time to open my arms to my people in a spirit of I’m going-to-eventually-run-out-of-shit.
Help me help myself help this blog so it can help you (and yours).
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if you want to spark a debate, write something about cheating
I second that. I’ve actually been polling people to find out the answer to the general question “where is the line between having a good time and cheating when a guy who has a girlfriend goes to a gentleman’s establishment?”
There’s also usually pretty good debate around the question of whether to tell your significant other if you’ve cheated. There are really two questions:
1. Would you tell him/her?
2. If you’re the one being cheated on, would you want to know?
To better frame the question, you need to assume that the cheater only did so once and it is guaranteed that he/she will never do it again. I don’t mean that he/she “promises” never to do it again; I mean that we’re in an imaginary universe in which it is physically impossible for the cheater to cheat again – if it helps, think of it as “God will strike him/her dead”. I want to control for that aspect of the question to really get at the issue of “if it’s never gonna happen again, does that make the information less valuable?”
I’d love to get your opinion on those two questions and the gentlemen’s establishment question above.
what if you emotionally cheat on your significant other…does it count???