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Password Protect Your Ass

July 15, 2009

I wouldn’t call this an official “rant” because I’m not really angry about this, more like mildly annoyed.  I’m finding a lot of my blog friends posting password protected posts.  The first few times, I was intrigued, but now I just find it annoying.  I went to your page to read your BLOG, not go look up your email address, and then ask to be let into your secret club.  I don’t have time.  On the few occasions that I did ask for someones password, by the time I got it, I had lost the motivation to complete the transaction.

Now…I understand, you want to protect your ass.  You don’t want the prying eyes of your boss, wife/husband, child or neighbor peaking in on all the dirt you’re spilling on them.  I dig.  I’ve been burned before myself.  Back when I was 18 I went out on a date with this nice guy, but then dished on my blog the next day about how horrible he kissed and how creepy it was, and he totally found it.  It was horrible.  I felt like a douche bag, and I’m sure he felt worse.

But, if you can count the number of people on two hands that you actually want to read your post, why not send it in a email?  Or there’s this thing that you write in, you remember that thing with the blank pages and the little heart shaped lock?  What’s it called again?  Oh yeah, a diary.  They’re great for keeping secrets.

Blogs are blogs, not diaries.  They’re public, especially these WordPress ones.  Does it make me nervous that my family could Google “Jen512” and find this?  A little, but I don’t talk shit about them (except my step-sister, and she’s too cracked-out to use the internet), I just cuss a lot.  I don’t talk shit because I learned a long time ago that blogs are not the place for that.  All those other thing you don’t want people reading about…just don’t write it.  There’s lots about my life that I don’t talk about here, and wont.  I keep my secrets, well you know, secret.

I won’t stop reading your blog, don’t get me wrong.  I want to read every secret you have, I’m just no willing to work for it.

[This concludes my un-official rant…thanks, I feel better now.]