Complications

As the prof has now pointed out, I really do a poor job of making this blog hard to find.

:-)

There is a tepid show, Canadian I presume, called The Jane Show, which had an episode a couple of weeks ago called "The Blog" or something similar. The protaganist (named Jane by some odd co-incidence) went on a date with a man who told her that he had a blog, and gave her the address. As one would expect, she visited it. After each date, he would post a review of the restaurant or art show that he had taken her to, but the entries would always exclude all mention of the fact that he was with her. She wondered when he would finally mention her, her co-workers mocking her absence regularly. Finally she could take it no more, and in an explosion of neurosis confronted him. He was just protecting her privacy, he said. He broke up with her, and she finally became part of his blog under the heading "I thought I was dating a nice girl, but she was completely crazy".

A tepid show, as I say, but topical.

Fortunately I don't have that problem, as no suppression has occurred on the part of the prof or myself.

My first response was an hour long "uh oh", the tightness in my chest being memorable, but we did have a lengthy conversation last night about the value of honesty, and less relevant but more relaxing topics.

So, despite my decision, after the debacles last year, to no longer share my blog with women who I dated, we suddenly have another experiment under way where we can add to the statistical results and answer the question more fully: is it wise to share the contents of your head?

Hmmm..... As Lesley Gore never quite sang, "it's my blog and I'll blog if I want to, blog if I want to. You would blog too if it happened to you."