Monday, October 1, 2007

Note From the Editor

Secrets, love them or hate them we all have them, but the question today is should they be used as blog fodder or not? We all know it is easier to tell things to people you don't know, people whose reactions don't affect your immediate life, but where does the moral line stand with blogs? Is it the same as telling a stranger in a bar?

Should you reveal your secrets, things that you wouldn't tell the real people in your life for fear of hurting them or embarrassing yourself, to your readers? And can they ever be truly anonymous secrets?

If I was to create a blog with no pictures, no real names or real places, wouldn't the people that knew me know it was really me anyway?

Should a friend or family member stumble across your blog and recognise you do they have the right to be upset about what you have written or should blogs come under the same rules as diaries - ie if you read it you have no right to be upset about what you find in it?

Let me know what you think and don't forget, if you have an idea for a blog post on this weeks theme, secrets, simply email me the url and I shall put a link to your blog in the joining in box below.

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3 comments:

Maude Lynn said...

Maybe we should all use a disclaimer tag: "Read at your own risk!"

October 1, 2007 at 8:30 AM
Anonymous said...

I would have a hard time telling someone that reading my blog is like reading my diary and that they weren't entitled to their feelings. When I blog, I can say things that I don't dare say in real life (where I am far too passive).

I think that if you put it out there, on your blog, it is no longer a secret and you are not entitled to any claim of privacy. You posted on the WWW for hell's sake.

October 5, 2007 at 2:39 AM
Anonymous said...

This was a thinker...hmmm I eco Stella..if it is on the WWW that's it free game. Make your blog private and send invites out if it is a diary. It is funny though. I am probably the opposite. It is harder for me to "show" myself via WWW for all to see, judge whatever than tell my close RL friends. I have invested time, energy emotions with them so when I share I know they care. As far as feeling foolish. Just delete the post that you felt stupid about. The beauty of the blog. Likewise delete a comment that is offensive. Anyway I posted a "secret" not really thinking about TopMom Blog but it may fit in. I'll e-mail you the link. Cheers!

October 6, 2007 at 6:39 PM

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