Like everyone else, I’ve got drama in my life.
I argue with my husband, lose friends, have my feelings hurt. All the usual stuff goes on in my life, like everyone else.
I just don’t write about it all that often.
In the old days, we writers would dump it all out on the page and have time to review the wisdom of sending it out some where. If we still felt the need to send it out, savvy editors would weed out the pieces that didn’t serve readers and that writing would never see the light of day. And that’s a good thing, because if it had, wewriter could look like an idiot. So thanks to the savvy editors who have saved us from ourselves. And saved their publications from that “Say whaaaa?” reader moment.
Back in the day, we’d call on our closest friends and have long, heart-felt sessions during which we’d give and take feedback, and sometimes even reach a different conclusion that our original one. These would be private “confidences,” not headlines.
That’s not what happens in today’s online world. Today, social media feeds and blogs are the new dumping ground for drama.
Most of it is described –and justified– as “how I’m finding my path,” whether it’s through kids that act out, job issues, depression, friendships that end, aging, sex–you name it, it’s out there for all to see.
Some of it DOES serve. It sheds important light on a subject or the writer connects it to a larger issue that others can relate to.
But to be frank, most of it’s just what I call Drama Dumping and a way to justify…whatever. Or to complain.
And since I’m being frank, I should say that unless you and I are good friends–and that can be online as well as off–I am not all that interested in your latest Drama Dump. Because I have my own drama to deal with.
I don’t dump mine on you, and I’m not going to read yours.
It makes me a little…uncomfortable… to hear all these deeply personal revelations.
Now, some people will egg others on because they really love to read the dirt. “What?! Say more!” and that just encourages more detail.
Hey, I love a good tabloid, too, from time to time.
But famous people are not people I know. There’s a distance between us that we don’t have online –where we really can have friends we’ve never met in person.
Just like I don’t want to envision you with your legs wrapped around your husband’s back, I also don’t want to be privy to those deeply personal matters.
Of course, it’s a judgment call, but I’m seeing a lot of really bad judgment out there and I’m not sure that these writers understand the online image they’re building for themselves.
Because if they did, well, they’d exercise better judgment.
So next time you fight with hubby, your kid has a tantrum or you’ve been done wrong, think twice before tweeting it to the world.
Some information should be shared with limited distribution.
If you know what I mean.