I just got into something of a cat fight with my mother over whether or not blogging is the same as chatting. I get really prickly and my bitchtitude rises to code red level when I get the "Blogging...you mean like chatting???" comments.
A couple of reasons:
When I was younger and stupider I was an avid chatter. Excite Chat...that was where 'twas at. I had 40 year old men all over my virtual ass all the time. I blew (most) of them off, and not a night went by that I didn't get at least 10-15 "a/s/l??" questions. For those of you never inducted into the hell-fire world of chat that means age/sex/location.
There was normally an air of scumminess about chatting. Any number of people would pop up a private message beginning with "Are you horny?" or "What color are your panties?" Yeah, should've never been chatting at a vulnerable age. It was rare to find a group actually chatting in an open room. Private messages were much more popular for a number of mind-bending and wholly yucky reasons.
So, yeah, I don't associate blogging with chatting. This blog thing started with me wanting to journal more. I'm a horrific journaler on paper. I tend to talk about my love life in my journal and it winds up a maudlin tangle of my childish loves and lusts. I'm not nearly as likely to discuss feminism or books I'm reading in a paper journal. I also wanted to start writing more when I started blogging, and this has become a way to find my writerly "voice." I let my personality flood my blog...good and bad...and it's helped my writing immensely.
So, to all those who think blogging is comparable to typical chatting, I give you the finger. It may be chatting, but it's the smart (or smartass) person's chat.
By the way, a big THANK YOU to Ago-go for the cute panties! I LOOOOVE THEMMMM!! They say, "Librarians do it quietly." I'll be wearing them while I cuddle up to my "Book lovers never go to bed alone" pillow!!!
Did I just fuck up my whole point?
On TV: Dancing with the Stars
Reading: The Soul of Sex and gods in Alabama