CALL ME SNAKE

Some pundits and academics have dismissed bloggers as a bunch of guys (and gals) who sit around in their pajamas pontificating. The “pajamahadeen” (sp?), they’ve been called. I, for one, resent that characterization. I’ve never once blogged (if, indeed, that’s what I’m doing here) in my pajamas. Personally, I prefer to blog in the nude, which adds a certain rawness and freshness to the prose, don’t you think? Some blogging experts have touted the “transparency” of this new form of participatory media. What’s more transparent than naked blogging–with no layers of clothing (and deceit) separating the writer from the reader? I recommend it to others, of both the male and female persuasions, in this burgeoning field. At the very least, it could lead to a popular T-shirt, which of course (as with the other T-shirts of its kind) runs contrary to the whole idea I’m trying to establish here. But when have we ever demanded consistency in our T-shirt philosophizing?