the voyeuristic age
The way we bloggers (that includes me, but not the 'royal we') express ourselves in cyberspace horrifies me. I question. You can read about a stranger's daily confessions from the trivialest detail to the broadest so-called concerns with society. Gone with the hagiographic biography, it's the age when you are secure and proud to tell your minor flaws to the world.
Are these on-line journals really verifiable, a true presentation of the authentic self, or a synthetic display of how you want to be seen by others? Honestly, and this is the only honest thing I shall declare: I cannot write down everything. I even destroy some past discarded writings--their existence mocks me.
And then there's the burgeoning industry of peeping toms, forming a loving relationship b/w the writer and the reader. Each being willing to believe and disbelieve.