So high school
My God, how did I never notice it before?–
–The potential of using one’s blog to send subtle private messages to specific individuals instead of sucking it up and calling them or just forgetting them forever.
Using public space for private messaging: it’s like the digital equivalent of writing on a bathroom wall in high school. “Joanie loves Chachie.” “Mme. Hatchwell is Satan.” “There will be no Aerosmith after the revolution.”
Well I’m sure as heck not going to start using it now. That kind of thing is practically designed to perpetuate 18th C drawing room comedy-style miscommunications. Yikes. I’ll take my social confusions without screens, giant wigs or leaded face paint and I think I’ll try to avoid passive agression altogether, thank you very much. That ish’s dangerous, yo.
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