Bare, naked blogging
Going from senior editor to full-time blogger makes me feel a bit like aderanged director who decides to star in his own movie -- butt naked. Unlike the blissful, behind-the-scenes anonymity of editing, blogging requires a direct, unmediated, personal, and inevitably self-revelatoryrelationship with the reader. A blog is in some ways more terrifying than writing as a professional journalist. I can't hide behind the fig leaf of objectivity, as in the he said/she said but I never say anything of news reporting, or the comforting -- and distancing -- tone of professional authority that an op-ed column allows.
It's just me, every day, all the time -- based on the presumptuous notion that I actually have something useful or, at least, entertaining to say. Ack!
All this to say that I'm suffering a mild case of performance anxiety,exacerbated by the fact that I'm not entirely sure how to explain what this blog is about. The best I can say right now is that it will look at the politics of culture or the culture of politics, or some combination/intersection of the two. That's terribly vague, I know, and I'm hoping to figure it out as I go along. Did I mention that it's like starring in your own movie, butt naked, and without a goddamn script.
Thank God, I'm a shameless exhibitionist. Strip poker, anyone?