Needless to say, I would find this topic much easier to deal with if I didnt like the principals involved quite so much. First, let it be said that I probably am most sympathetic with Dorotheas position. Im not at all sure what is true in the world, but I subscribe to telling the (t)ruth, if not the (T)ruth, as much as possible. And, like her, I never read the About statement on Jonathons site. So, despite the fact that I received straight As in two years of grad school, with the exception of Deinums Film-Making Seminar, and despite the fact that I consider myself a fairly sophisticated interpreter of literature, I never realized that Jonathon was injecting fiction into his blog.
Like Dorothea, at first I was pissed off that Id been deceived. Perhaps it was a mere EGO problem, and I was mad that Id been fooled. After all, I consider Jonathon a virtual friend, and we INTPs dont have many friends. After limiting my comments at Burningbirds site to a reference to the staging of the destruction of Saddam Husseins statue in Baghdad (and being rebuffed by the piss-ant comment that EVERYONE expects the government to lie, so it was irrelevant ((by the way, NOT EVERYONE expects their government to lie to them,)) I decided to go back to taxes and let these ideas fester for awhile.
Being an introvert, I wasnt about to go blabbing all my thoughts in public. After reading numerous posts on this topic, I spent a few sleepless nights, caused NOT by my usual bad back but, rather, by thoughts bouncing off my head. Thanks Jonathon and Dorothea !! Just what I needed, another reason not to be able to sleep.
Mercifully, Im going to limit myself in this post to just one conclusion, and Ill finish my ruminations on this subject with a final post later today before returning to my official role as a poetry blog.
Personally, I understand and appreciate the anger Dorothea and Jonathon expressed in their initial posts on the topic. Both felt betrayed by a personal, if merely virtual, friend. Dorothea was angered by what she felt was an unjustified manipulation of her feelings and by the betrayal of an unwritten code of blogging. Jonathon felt equally betrayed to suddenly find himself unjustly skewered on the pages of a friend. Both of these expressions of anger, at least to me, were legitimate and acceptable responses to an unfortunate misunderstanding of what blogging meant to each other.
What I really felt was unacceptable, though, were the responses of some other members of the blogging community. While the Happy Tutor at least couched his criticism of Dorothea in humorous disguise, Frank Paynter of Sandhill Trek unfairly roasted her by suggesting that she isnt quite ready for this sophisticated world of bloggers and would perhaps be more comfortable in an online romance of the type that Jack of Hearts has described so delightedly elsewhere. TRASH! PURE TRASH. Ive seen few signs (oops, read that NO SIGNS) that his site is more sophisticated, or knowledgeable, than Caveat Lectors site. No wonder Dorothea snapped back with such anger.
That kind of trash talk is unlikely to expand this discussion into a meaningful discussion of the potential of blogging and how we can reach that potential while avoiding these kinds of misunderstandings, or without undermining the discussion that Steve Himmer started earlier but which seems to have been overwhelmed by the furor over virtual betrayals. And it seems to me, that that is precisely what Jonathon was attempting to do when he pointed out that he has been injecting fiction into his blog entries.
Where the Hell is Shelley Powers calming influence when its needed?