To Censor Or Not To Censor, THAT Is The Question

December 1, 2007 at 11:07 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

cen·sor  (sěn’sər)   n. 

  1. A person authorized to examine books, films, or other material and to remove or suppress what is considered morally, politically, or otherwise objectionable.
  2. An official, as in the armed forces, who examines personal mail and official dispatches to remove information considered secret or a risk to security.
  3. One that condemns or censures.
  4. One of two officials in ancient Rome responsible for taking the public census and supervising public behavior and morals.
  5. Psychology The agent in the unconscious that is responsible for censorship.


I’m very excited over something kinda silly and relatively inconsequential.

I got an email from the editor of the new Stampington & Company publication, "Artful Blogging". Instead of reprints of paper letters, they are going to print emails and they wanted to include mine. (Do I even have to tell you I said, "YES YES YES"? They have the COOLEST magazines and the first issue of artful blogging ROCKED!!!) She said that they would also include my blog address with my email. How cool would THAT be??? Maybe more than FOUR people would actually look at it?!!!!

So when I shared my excitement with my spouse (okay, HELLO, what was I thinking?) he said, "That’s too dangerous. You have personal family info on there. PERIOD."

So then I started thinking about the many times he has coerced me into changing my blog entries for fear of offending someone or for recording some slight that hurt MY Feelings and put him in a bad light. I feel so cheap and tawdry going back and editing my thoughts. Compromised. Sick to my stomach. Here I am striving everyday to be an authentic person and I’m editing my thoughts. ARRGGGHHHHH

At first I felt flattered when I found out he was reading my blog. Then the complaints started and I told him that I would rather he not read it at all. Then I was like, "hey, he is TOTALLY addicted to my blog" since he still keeps reading it. Then, like a long-delayed lightning bolt, it occurred to me that he is my very own personal censor. yay. Not quite so flattering an idea.

Now I will grant you this– the minutia of my life is not so very interesting. I’m okay with that. All of life is made up of minutia. You can’t just have movie-plot-sized-events all the time. Imagine if bombs were exploding and diplomats kidnapped and only you could cut the blue wire and dash in to save the day……First off, you’d be so stressed out all the time that your heart would likely explode and if that didn’t happen, the government would probably cart you off to gitmo for a lifeplot suspiciously similar to an episode of "24".

Then I started thinking about trust.

In my world, there are different levels of friends. Different degrees of trust.

There are the friends that you trust with your deepest, darkest secrets…. like maybe you have a nasty yeast infection or maybe you suspect your spouse of cheating or you just realized that your large gross mole is DEFINITELY sprouting thick black hair or maybe you have finally resigned yourself to the fact that you really ARE becoming the ‘weird aunt’ whose house the neighborhood kids avoid and you’re known for your 12 cats and that lingering odor of urine, sweat and cats.

Whatever the secret, there is a level of friend that you will talk to about it and trust with your secret. Those same friends are the ones that I will let see my house when it is at its dirtiest. Piles of unfolded laundry, cheerios and crushed crackers and toys of every shape and size littering the floor, an inch of dust and cobwebs coating everything, a sink full of smelly dishes long overdue for washing. Dude, CASUAL friends don’t even get to see me without makeup. And they only see my place after extensive vacuuming and scrubbing. And yet when it comes to strangers, my attitude is — WHO CARES??

Isn’t the whole idea of blog that you can talk with relative anonymity? If someone is offended they just don’t read it. DUH. Or am I overreacting?

So my real underlying question is:

How much editing is too much editing??


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  1. I think you win this one. It’s YOUR blog, you should say whatever you want to. Your husband isn’t supposed to read your blog- that’s rule NUMBER ONE in blog world! 🙂
    I try not to edit myself too much in my blog other than swearing less than I normally would. Sometimes I don’t write stuff that my crazy relatives would flip out over and then leave a million “how could you???” messages on my answering machine. I have a lot of blog readers who are looking to be offended and email me over the stupidest stuff EVER. I just say “thanks for your email, don’t read our blog if it offends you” and I move on. If nobody wrote about feelings or stuff that might offend someone, what would be the fun in reading blogs? I like to read the blogs of people who are REAL!
    My casual friends don’t get to see me without makeup and hair volumizer, either. My serious love -you- no- matter -what friends would tell me to put some makeup on but they’d never complain about the cheerios on my floor or the cookie crumbs on my keyboard 🙂

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