August 15, 2005
Get Over Yourself
Posted by Kevin | Print This Article
The anonymous blogger who posts at Corner Office has gotten her posts down to a fairly predictable rhythm. She’s either whining incessantly or taking potshots while avoiding responsibility for her comments by being afraid to list her name and affiliation.
It’s not that I have any particular problems with the opinions she expresses (although I could do without the whining … yeah, travel’s a bitch, meetings take their toll, get over it).
In fact, I’d like to care about her opinions. I really would. But I don’t.
I enjoyed watching Tom Kuhn ride in on a motorcycle — we did the same thing at our conference a few years ago. It’s a brief minute of fun in a general session. I thought the dance troupe, however, was overlong (not to mention irrelevant), and that’s what I said about it in a post right here on my blog.
My blog — where my name is listed, as is the name of the organization I work for, and even my email address. Disagree with me about the dancers or anything else? Great! Hit comments and let your opinions fly. Say, “Kevin, I disagree with you because …” Or see me in the hallway and grab me and tell me you think I’m all wet.
You can do that because my opinions are my own, and I take responsibility for them. The Mystery Blogger, though, she doesn’t have to take any responsibility for them. She can just say whatever she wants.
Of course, because I don’t know who she is, I also feel free to flame her like this in more stark terms than I ever would someone who actually exists as a real “person” and not just someone hiding behind a TypePad interface.
For example, I can say things like, “Gee, doesn’t the way she dismisses something as innocuous as a motorcycle in a general session make it seem like her meetings must be as boring as the posts she writes about them?”
Anonymous blogging. For those associations considering entering the blogosphere, it’s not the way to go.
I didn’t dislike the dancers. I just thought it should have been done the night before. It fit the theme well, but it seemed like more of a night thing. I just couldn’t handle it while drinking my first cup of coffee.