Perhaps you would like some extremely lifelike, pox ridden robots to explain to you why you should refrain from blogging your break-up. Jennifer Wright and Ashley Cardiff are those pox robots (please pray for Ashley).
Jennifer: So. Blogging your recent break up? Good idea? Bad idea? Worst idea on the planet?
Ashley: Worst idea ever, but I’m a bad person to ask, probably.
Jennifer: Because of the leprosy? People need to see you’re beautiful on the inside!
Ashley: I’m even afraid of using the single/in a relationship status on Facebook
Jennifer: I think it’s a great leap of faith saying you’re in a relationship on Facebook. I actually think it’s rather sweet. But I think there’s a great difference between that -which is presumably for your friends – and writing posts about your break-up. As in, the two have nothing to do with each other, because the latter is for strangers. That said, we’re both pretty private. I mean, you are, by far, my best female friend. And we’ve been friends since college. Were the length of our friendship a child, it would be running around, scrawling perverse messages on bathroom walls, embarrassing us publicly. To what extent have we ever really discussed our break-ups, even amongst each other? Because I know more about the mechanics of these faceless bloggers than I do about yours.
Ashley: Wow. That’s an astonishing thing when you think about it. We both have so much dignity!
Jen: I KNOW!
Ashley: I would never go to my best friends for suffering, much less numberless strangers on the Internet
Jen: We’ve both done the “champagne for dinner” thing with each other, but, yes, it’s a largely silent event.
Ashley: This is really shocking, though. I’ve never thought about it this way. We never discuss the mechanics of our unhappiness, even in person.
Jen: I in no way think that means you are not totally supportive. Because you are. I just think… baby, we don’t talk of that. Like real aristocrats.
Ashley: This is very strange.
Jennifer: But let’s pretend we were people who liked to share that sort of thing more than we do. Blogging your break-up is still distasteful, right?
Ashley: I’m trying to figure out why I find it distasteful.
Jen: I mean, okay, I think many people like to discuss things in detail with their friends, and that’s great. But blogs. Those aren’t for your friends. Those aren’t for your super close friends. They are for everyone. They are for strangers you don’t even know yet. Honestly, I tend to google people before I date them. If I saw that they wrote 1,000 word posts about ways they’d been wronged by their ex, I would never go out with them. I’d assume they’d do the same to me if we broke up
Ashley: That’s just sensible. Also, blogging about your break-up seems self-indulgent right? But I don’t know if you can get legitimately pissed at people when they go to the Internet for catharsis in THIS DAY AND AGE. But does anyone come away from reading an embittered, angst-ridden, over-sharey break-up post and think, “Wow, that really inspires me?” To be what? Embittered? Whenever I come across one, I kind of just cringe. The way I do seeing, for example, diary entries I wrote as a teenager. So, I guess, who is the audience for break-up blog posts? Other recent break-up victims?
Jen: Ditto. I once wrote an article on a break-up, and now I read it and think, God, I was such a monster-shrew. I’m properly ashamed, though I at least did try to cast it in a funny light rather than a “feel my pain” light. I think the idea is that people will see you as a virtuous victim, and whining about things online means that will NEVER be the case.