I’ve been blogging, through one medium or another, since I was nineteen. That’s a solid 1/3 of my life sharing my thoughts. Prior to that, I wrote in a journal. I think I started writing about the inane goings-on of my warped brain as soon as I was old enough to grasp a pen, so that’s another twelve or so years of writing. What I’ve seen lately as I’ve read different blogs from different people is that certain topics are off-limits. Whether it be politics or religion, abortion or marriage, I’ve come across more than a handful that almost proudly state that they will never talk about those topics on their blogs because it’s a drama-free zone, or some similar statement.
While I can respect the idea that people just don’t wish to share their opinions (although I’m not even sure about that theory, because a blog is all about sharing opinions), and that it’s ultimately up to every one of us to decide what we want to share with the world, that’s not something I’ve ever subscribed to, whether on this blog or any of the previous ones. Perhaps it’s the lawyer in me, the opinionated narcissist that has a view on everything. Maybe it’s the crusader in me that seems to think I can shed light on injustice (don’t worry, I laughed at that too). Whatever it may be, the fact remains that, in my mind, the ickiest things are the things that need the most dialogue, and it’s the ickiest things that have the least commentary, at least as far as lifestyle blogs are concerned.
For me, I know that I have a drafts folder full of things that are the exact opposite of bar carts and peonies*, and it’s about damn time I woman up and publish them.