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Just ran across this Onion spoof about a man who’s mother discovers his blog. Love this quote:
[He] said that the idea of his mother immersing herself in the boring details of his life is just as frightening as the idea of her discovering his misconduct… “With the raw materials in my blog, she could actually construct an accurate picture of who I am. This is f**king serious.”
Now I don’t recount my sexual exploits or my illicit drug use on this web site, but it did get me thinking… are we more comfortable with spilling our souls to a faceless public than to our own family. Yeah, I think I’m in that category.
The fact that my mother is computer literate and online does, I suppose, make me choose my words and subject matter carefully. But I’m not sure she’ll ever have the time to read everything on this site (especially since some of my material is over 6 years old), but still…
Why is it we go about hiding the “recreational aspirin” under the baby’s crib prior to a welcome visit by the person who should know us and love us the best? We may be pushin’ 40, but I guess we all still enjoy a little parental approval, but I think it is that whole judgement-thing that really gets us cleaning the back of the toilet before the plane touches down.
And I know that you, gentle reader, would never judge or condemn me for my utter lack of taste in discussing bovine breasts and massage drool. And don’t get me started about either my political perspective or my strange ideas on software reuse through component interfaces.
Oh my! What if my wife actually found my blog?!
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