Have spent some time in the last few weeks reading other blogs -- more from youngish women than from men; and mostly designed to create "buzz" by being sexy, or controversial, or a little foul-mouthed, or drunken/horny, or some combination of the above. I have something a bit more serious in mind. Spreading pseudo lies about my love life, wouldbe or otherwise, does not make me a great writer -- even if it manages to titillate someone out there.
Lots of youngish women appear to be trying to parlay a blog into a comedy-writing gig, or an article-writer of some sort -- for some ezine or other, or perhaps for cable TV, or even for a real magazine! Yikes. "Balls to the wall" writing somehow shows trendiness, or courage, or challenges "the next big thing!" Maybe the next thing is the old thing -- the classic thing -- the real thing. It's not just "real" because I can say it aloud, cursewords and all -- it is instead "real" because the audience can relate to it as real. Chekhov, Tolstoy, Faulkner, O'Neill -- they all grasped this and just wrote simply from their souls.
Nowadays you are hard-pressed to find a soul -- especially in a facile "shock blog."
Let us all just masturbate together --- that is the mantra of the "shock blog." Preferably with dope, or alcohol, or in full sight of five other mixed-sex couples! Mom and Dad might be shocked -- but the world is not; since writing about the "shocking truth" merely shows the writer is without the soul to match the pulsing body. Where are the writers who feel -- really feel? Where are the writers who can think -- and speculate -- and decide -- and offer solace about empty living for the rest of us? Where are the writers who are human enough to get beyond selfish and move towards self?
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