When blogs first became popular, I remember encountering a great number of them in which the authors SPILLED THEIR GUTS in relation to their bosses, husbands, in-laws, children’s misdeeds, etc. Reading them was not the most honorable thing, but gosh darn, it was addictive.

I think some people couldn’t shake the feeling that they were just venting off into the ether. I mean providing a detailed account of your suicide attempt or your husband’s infidelity or your mother-in-law’s jihad against you is not the wisest thing to do. I think a number of people were awakened rudely to this fact or it dawned on them to wonder: What the heck am I doing?

Now, after having said it wasn’t the most honorable thing to read such blogs, I find that I sort of miss the over the fence, backyard, whispered gossip of people I don’t know.

Oh, I confessed this . . . and . . .and . . . I’m NOT just sending words off to disappear in the ether. What was I thinking?