While on a recent trip to New York City, I received some unpleasant career advice: to succeed in many jobs these days, you must have a blog. Or at least Twitter. Because shouldn't everyone have Twitter?
Gag me with a spoon. Not only do I possess a categorical hatred of Twitter, but the thought of starting a blog (this blog) washes me in such shades of embarrassment that I don't believe I'll be able to hit the "publish" button. Dramatic, I know. But I've been coming out against blogging for so long that the hypocrisy itself is enough to shame anyone.
The greater problem of a blog is that I wouldn't want to subject my friends to the drivel that would surely be borne of such an enterprise. What is a blog but a badly-written, self-satisfied attempt at celebrity? The only interesting material I've ever read has come from Peace Corps friends discussing their lives in rural Africa. And since at the time I had no intention of publicly recording my own wild and crazy adventures, I missed a key opportunity to enter the medium with some good material. I guess, then, it's swallow my pride or risk submitting a resume without a URL. What a dilemma.
