I still don't quite know what Unfogged is, other than the blog where everyone decided a while back that I'm rich bitch of the millenium for having mentioned the existence, in the world, not in my closet, of clothing more expensive than J.Crew. (That pile-on having been my introduction to Unfogged, it didn't exactly invite me to read more.) It was my only personal experience with the kind of nasty, gratuitous online hatred that causes blood to boil.
Well, while I've been happy discussing a post below with X. Trapnel, who is someone I do know in real life, and am fine that he wants to bring the discussion elsewhere as well, when I saw the elsewhere he picked, I thought, here we go.
And here we go indeed. Since I saw it coming this time, the gratuitous "contempt," as one at least self-aware commenter puts it, which I still think is inexcusable and precisely how blogging gets a bad name, has not gotten to me personally. Also, it hasn't (yet) reached the burn-her-burn-the-witch heights of last time. ("Yet" because oh, they remember. "Is she the one who wrote the post complaining about Michelle Obama dressing her kids in J.Crew or whatever?" Ding ding ding! Not a public figure, not someone well-known who might tell Vogue when interviewed, "Dahling, I don't read my press," someone whose name you know, if at all, because this blog picked me for a pile-on once before.)
Part of me is tempted to use quotes from that thread to decorate this blog, where other bloggers put nice things that other blog-folk have said about them. The first especially:
"What is it about that Phoebe blog that is so annoying? I can never quite put my finger on it."
"Based on that post and comments she comes across as having an incredible sense of entitlement. But she doesn't come across as dumb, and that's something."
"A UChicago alum who's not intellectual? That can't be!" (Actually, I like this one as well.)
"Well, I kind of suspect that the only reason her blog has any substantial readership is that it arose during a time when a lot of U of C undergrads who were at least loosely socially connected to each other were blogging." Another responds, "Ah. Got it. I guess that explains a few things."
For what it's worth, how this blog came to be: In 2004, someone from Crescat did suggest I start this thing. (I certainly did not pay Crescat to "advertise" my blog, but that is a charming suggestion.) Someone I, in turn, had encouraged to get a column in the school paper, where I was the opinion editor and a columnist. We liked each other's writing and supported it. This blog was initially an extension of that opinion column [clarity update - "that opinion column" = WWPD the "Maroon" version, not the Crescat-blogger's one]. If in 2011, this blog has any readers, it might have something to do with people - again, not all that many people - wanting to read it. (The occasional link from the Atlantic that brings in thousands probably adds some regular readers, and I'm entirely certain Andrew Sullivan isn't trying to get into my pants.)