Control
People equate a desire for privacy with shame, but there’s nothing I’m ashamed of, nothing I want to hide. Control is what this is really about. It’s important that I have control over what is revealed and when. That’s my decision to make and no one else’s. I don’t think it is unreasonable to desire control over which parts of my life to keep private and which parts to share. Because revealing portions does not mean that I give up all my rights to privacy. Blog entries are not all-access passes to the things that go unwritten.
And then there’s the fiction. I want to have my say because I’m really the only person who’s going to tell it like it actually is. The shit that gets written about me is ridiculous and for the most part, inaccurate. People make outrageous claims about me behind the guise of “She’s a public figure so irresponsible speculation is kosher.” Sure, criticize me. Disagree. Disapprove. That I can understand. But don’t say I asked for it when you go digging up dirt where there’s none to be found. That’s just you being malicious.
