After being forced to start a blog for my women’s studies class I began to think about what to do with this blog? What the hell is a blog? Does anyone even read them? Does anyone give a flying fuck what I have to say? Probably not. I suppose that is why I have put off blogging and every attempt in the past has ended quickly. No matter what the form of public posting, I never feel satisfied with what I write. In past experiences, blogging feels odd: a strange mixture of pretentious, fake, staged, melodramatic, or dangerously truthful writing which I secretly want no one and everyone to read at the same time. I find the same problem in my diaries and journals, which is why so far I have erased, trashed, and burned every one which I have kept. Looking back and reading them makes me feel “icky” for lack of a better word, and before I know it I’m getting rid of the remnants of my imperfect mind. So where do I go? How do I mix my blog with my life? Am I to be truly honest, like some sort of public diary? Am I to make it a place for professional opinions, or am I better off keeping it as separate as possible from other areas of my life? Do I link it to everything? Do I run around commenting, or do I take my chance in writing? Should I display my art? Should I make something completely new? I can only say, at this point in time, I have no idea what to do with this.