Soap box warning...

Blogs. Six months ago I'd never heard of this writing genre (if I can be so bold as to call it that) but since I discovered the joys of publishing my unedited thoughts on the internet I haven't looked back.

I was originally inspired by my good friend Travelling Diva's blog as an easy way to keep in touch with friends and family instead of sending arduous group emails. However, I soon discovered that very few of my family and friends actually read it, so it has developed into more on an online journal ... this may also be because my life really isn't THAT interesting so unless I post once a month I have to talk some shit just to fill up space!

Once I got the Blog bug, I began to follow links to various other people's blogs and became quite addicted to three:
this one
this one and
this one.
I loved to read these anonymous blogs and imagine who these people were and what they did. I would wait impatiently for their latest posts and hang on their every word. It was like vouyeurism without the vouyering. And the best part about it was that I had no idea if it was real or not and I didn't care. It was just entertaining.
But now, these three bloggers have "come out" and revealed their true identities with photos to boot. And I'm disappointed.

I'm disappointed I always prefer the book over the movie. I have an imagination and I like to use it. I had very strong images of these women and to be brutually (and unfairly) honest ... they are just not as goodlooking as I imagined.
But it's not just that. Now these writers are people. They have faces and they have real lives. The mystery is gone and so has the attraction.

It's a shame that people don't appreciate the beauty of anonymity anymore. Who wants fame when you can have interest instead?