Last week, there was an item in our daily newspaper about a blogger, PittGirl, who had decided to “out” herself. I had never even heard of PittGirl, but I guess a lot of other people had. I love blogging, I love Pittsburgh, but somehow PittGirl’s blog never made it on to my monitor until I read this article. Not only was it news that PittGirl had revealed her true identity, it made the papers the next day when she was fired from her job because of it.
You see, PittGirl wrote about things that ticked her off in the fair city of Pittsburgh. I think she may have said a few unflattering things about the young mayor Luke Ravenstahl (who actually seems pretty decent to me as far as politicians go). She may have mentioned other things that the powers that be in Pittsburgh were not too thrilled about. And, unfortunately for her, she worked for a nonprofit organization in the city where lots of butt-kissing is required (like any non-profit). She pretty much knew her job would be gone once she revealed her true identity.
I read a lot of blogs; some are written anonymously while others boldly reveal their innermost thoughts without disguising their identity. I can understand the need to remain anonymous even though I admire those that are not afraid to publicly reveal their secrets. We all have different circumstances. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t particularly have to worry about whether people like what I have to say. I’m not saying I don’t want people to like me or what I have to say, but I am saying that if I’m being true to myself, it won’t affect me too adversely if certain people don’t agree with my words.
My kids are grown, and I don’t have to worry about their little friends’ parents not letting them play with my kids because they don’t like my opinions.
I don’t have to face being ostracized by any judgemental church group because I don’t go to church. I think religion is great, and if you really feel inspired by your religion, that is probably your way to salvation. I just don’t feel like there is any one religion out there that is the one and only true way to salvation and I can’t pretend like I do without feeling like a fraud and a hypocrite.
Most of my family are still in the yabba-dabba-doo stone age and I can gripe about them all I want without them finding out, haha. In fact, we already say pretty much the same things I gripe about right to my mom’s face when we get together. We have actually all sat around at family gatherings and laughed about all the times she has embarrassed us in public. We all have our own stories, and end up with tears of laughter rolling down our cheeks. So mom’s already heard most of these tales, although she might not be too thrilled about me putting them out there in public.
Freedom of speech is a wonderful concept. It might be your right in this country, but you may still have to face consequences.