One of the hardest things about writing in public (i.e., "blogging"..erp... dreadful word)...is NOT writing about people you know well. -For some reason, it feels okay to write about encounters with people I will most likely never see again, but writing about friends and family seems...unfair.
I guess my ethical justification would be, that the conversations I have with the nice lady who suffers with me through waxing/Girl Maintenance stuff, are all held in public [okay..not some of the waxing], are for public consumption, and are kept at an agreed-upon notion of shallow depth...a faux intimacy and therefore okay for folkses to read.
Whereas: one's more intimate connections are, well, involuntary...my Mom didn't choose to be my mom; the man I had a big love with, didn't love me in order to be written about; I love my friends helplessly;...and it seems unfair to write about other people's intimate lives... without their express consent.
Of course, one could argue that nobody has actually SIGNED a confidentiality agreement, either ("oh for God's sake Mother...just initial here! let's not keep the notary waiting!") ..so everyone is, legally speaking?- fair game. But I guess I feel some things Just Aren't Done. [Note: this past summer, I had some private emails hijacked and made public. But that wasn't my fault. So screw it. Am SO done apologizing.]
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