Okay okay, I have to say something about Emily Gould, the former editor of Gawker and the featured cover story writer for the newest New York Times Magazine.
Her article, in case you're one of the five people who didn't already read it online and blow it to smithereens in the comments section, was about revealing too much of oneself in a blog, and the reprocussions of doing this when you're saying not such nice (or true) things about people on a blog everyone reads and living alone in New York City. Emily started having panic attacks after she realized people were recognizing her on the street from her blog, and then quit Gawker, and is now very very confused and depressed, but not so confused that she couldn't crank out a ten page essay on her life's melodrama.
Oh and for the love of god don't watch this interview with her on Larry King, because then you will hate her and not want to read her article.
But, let's get serious- the people who are furious Gould snuck this piece of bloggy self-indulgent writing into the Times Magazine (which, they claim, is supposed to be all about bearing witness to Al Queda or talking about the Human Genome or something) are really just jealoooose. I'll admit it, right here, right now, I read her article and then I read it again. I liked it.
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