Everyone doesn't have a blog, it just looks that way.
Which brings to mind two questions: Why? And are there really a lot of people out there who care?
The answer to the second question is probably not, but we shouldn't disillusion all those blogmasters who truly believe their every word is enthralling. The answer to the first question is probably arrogance.
So, why am I, a humble child of a simpler age, writing a blog?
I'm told it's the new century's way of networking.
In my day, networking meant attending conferences that included interminable cocktail parties featuring watered-down drinks in overheated rooms, standing for hours in stilettos juggling the drink, a clutch bag and a portfolio full of resumes. Imagine, networking in comfortable shoes without breathing shrimp-gin-garlic breath from a bald, rotund man in a tweed suit and sweater-vest. Who knew?
As for why news anchor-folks choose to blog, I have no idea. Their faces are already too visible. I mean, does Wolf Blitzer sleep?
Familiarity may breed, but it also breeds boredom. Does David Gregory really think we care what he was doing at 8:43 last Sunday? I certainly hope not.
Let me know if I ever get that boring.
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