bloggers have been slowly creeping into the establishment, but more often than not their first crack at it is a manifesto of sorts, or a mea culpa at least. the latest, someone i never knew exist but is apparently such a big deal is Emily Gould’s, on the front page of the next NYT magazine (thought i confess now to remembering her horrid interview with Kimmel). true to form, it gives the appearance of a totally transparent and definitive account of her blogging life. but, as frequently is the case with blogging types, it just has that veneer. there isn’t that next-level analysis, just the hint that it might have occured (but maybe this is the one nugget that must be kept private from the readers? doubtful). though this has elevated the art, given that it is a counter salvo to a similar blogger-cum-journalist article from her ex at published at the Post. maybe its too insular of a group to ever have an outwardly revelatory moment of self-awareness and introspection, or maybe it is the need to post every single “epiphany” before the nascent idea becomes the necessary introspection. or, maybe, my being critical just plays into it all?
May 22 2008
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