Blogging, Podcasting, Responsibility, and the Ire of My Peers

Whenever emails relating to old posts and shows start to show up in the inbox I refer to them as “Google Anomalies” – the idea being that somehow, someone managed to unearth something I’ve long since forgotten and managed to somehow get their panties in a twist about it. Lately it seems as though these anomalies are increasing in frequency, quite drastically in fact, and I’ve found myself caught more than a bit off guard defending my right to an opinion to some 30 would be critics about topics that were barely relevant when I blogged about them or discussed them in the first place.

Writing a blog is quite a bit different than doing a live streaming radio show or podcast, particularly if you’re like me and can’t bear the thought of editing audio because it’s incredibly boring. I like doing things live and I like having to live with what I’ve said. The written word however is totally different. For example, you readers have no idea how many times I altered the first sentence of this post so as to sound oh so imaginative and thought provoking. That said, many writers challenge their audience, I’m fully aware that I’m not one of those writers, nor do I ever want to be.

What I do want to be is someone that exercises his right to an opinion. Most all of us have one and most all of us have heard the rather lame and dated comparison of the opinion and the asshole. Yet, without fail, someone attempts to point out to me every other day that I’m “media” and therefore I need to conduct myself with something called “responsibility” under the veiled threat of what is known as a “lawsuit” – and, also without fail, I’m usually pretty confused as to why that would be.

Who are these great blogger and podcaster lawmakers? Who has decided that I cannot state that “person X is an idiot” or “your band sucks” or a particular beer tastes like mule piss? It is, after all, my belief and my opinion is it not? I’m not claiming to be the news or media or anything remotely related. I think of the Portland Sucks show as entertainment most of the time, not journalism. Why in God’s name would anyone visit a website called “Portland Sucks” and expect journalism? Journalism fucking bores me, I’ve never once even considered it as a profession. I’m terrible at it and I have less than zero interest in it. And yet the emails about my so-called irresponsible brand of journalism persist.

So, rather than email each individual one by one and waste valuable minutes of life that would be better spent in a rant about something else entirely, here’s my reply…

Fuck you.

Go read something else if you don’t like it OR engage me in a conversation about WHY you think I’m wrong. For everyone that’s ever said that I’m “irresponsible” for one reason or another, no one has ever come back with an opinion or argument. You think that what I do is chicken shit? Eat me. Insinuating that I’m breaking the invisible laws and code of honor of the almighty blogger is chicken shit.

Discussion is a two way street and I’m simply starting a dialogue. You can always feel free to debate me, I’m completely open to that. What I’m not open to is the continued notion that I should be held to a non-existent standard because it suits you and your blogger standards. I’d be happy to respect your opinion but seriously, fuck your blogger standards.

And to one particularly annoying twat: Yes, the Internet is the great equalizer but it doesn’t change the fact that you were a butt ugly fucktard back in high school and all of your “friends” secretly talk a lot of shit about you behind your back. It’s true, believe it.

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