I imagine I should begin my first ever blog post with some kind of introduction about myself, about how I’ve wanted to do a blog for years and years, but have never found the time or the right inspirational catalyst to stoke the engines of my long repressed creativity etc.
Well ,I won’t be saying any of that, because it doesn’t apply. Truth is, I have always loathed the majority of bloggers. Nothing personal. I just find the exposed contents of most people’s brains to be utterly trivial and inane when presented into the world.
But, you know, before we had the internet, things weren’t so different from today. There were a lot of people who thought they would make pretty neat writers. And like today, not all of them could become journalists and reporters and columnists and novelists, because there weren’t enough jobs for everybody.
Back in days of yore, all those people who thought they were great communicators of information would first have to send things written on paper, to people called junior editors. The junior editors were of the same breed as the writers, the only difference being that the junior editors had somehow managed to get themselves jobs in the world of communication.But lo, 99% of the time, the junior editors would simply read and then throw these pieces of paper away. Despite being soaked in the sweat and dreams of some poor aspiring desk-hugger, the pieces of paper would be burned and buried and forgotten about forever.
How cruel these junior editors must have been! Had they no empathy? Surely they of all people must have been able to appreciate the life-essence that had gone into what they were about to so callously destroy. But I’ll let you in on a little secret.
They did it for us.
They did it so good people like you and me would not have to suffer.
Back before the internet, we were not forced to wake up every morning to our friends and neighbours promoting their latest captioned photo-timeline chronicling the pertness of Jennifer Anniston’s buttocks.
Golden times.
Ok, but wait. I know what a lot of you are thinking right now:
“Now you hold up just a minute there, Supervised Love. Most of the blogs I read, they really aren’t that bad. Okay a lot of the time, my blogger friends will just copy something else that they’ve seen on the internet. But this is vital for the way we live! Mass blogging might produce a lot of rotten eggs and damp squibs, but it allows the transmission of information between members of the public that is independent of the agenda driven media. Blogging allows us to be savvy consumers, educated conversationalists, better lovers and informed voters. It helps us to be free, Supervised Love! You don’t know what you’re talking about. ”
Alright alright. I’ll admit it, you got me there. Well maybe I should join in? Could I really have something meaningful to add to the frenzied myriad of digital information racing around our planet?
I think it’s time to find out.
Next week on Supervised Love: An in depth, critical analysis of 2011 celebrity baby naming trends, and what they mean for Beyonce and Jay-Z’s newborn in 2012.
