This post has been over a week in the making. It was originally supposed to be the final post of a week-long series I was going to do on the whys and wherefores of creating a blog you can be proud of, but I believe that topic is already covered ad nauseam all over the internet. I don’t think I really need to add my two cents, but I do plan on posting a page that lists some of the tools I use for this blog. You know, geek stuff like plugins and feed readers and whatnot.
Since I pretty much have this post written, I’m going to pop it out today and hopefully build on a discussion that started at BlogHer. Each break-out session at the conference was live-blogged by several volunteer posters, but the one that caught my attention was Public Parenting and Privacy and was aimed at mommy bloggers who document their children’s lives on the internet. Shannon of Rocks In My Dryer was one of the panelists in this session and brought the discussion of blogging and privacy to the BlogHer website where several more voices chimed in (mine included).
Every blogger out there is concerned about privacy. How much of yourself do you put out there? Do you give your real name? Your last name? How about the names of your children and do you post pictures of them? It would seem everyone has a list of things they will not put out on the internet. They draw a line and form clear boundaries that designate what goes through when they hit “publish.”
Boundaries are not always constant. If you’re an experienced blogger, your boundaries have probably shifted over the years. Or maybe not. My friend Meg has been blogging for nearly as long as I have and continues to refer to her husband and daughter by nicknames on the blog. She has never revealed her last name whereas I have. I also post many more pictures of my daughter than she does of hers, but that’s something I’ve been trying to limit as Autumn gets older.
I may be a little more liberal in what I choose to reveal here, but that’s not to say I don’t have some very clear boundaries of my own. Some go way back to my very first post on Blogger while others are boundaries I’ve established fairly recently in light of wanting to increase my readership. Some boundaries have even been established after making mistakes I don’t wish to repeat.
I thought it might be worthwhile to discuss a few of my boundaries and why they are important to me because having an actual written code of conduct just might prevent me from making an ass of myself in the future. Maybe.
Do not use the blog to publicly address an issue that should be handled in private.
In other words, don’t use the blog to be a jerk to your friends and family, even if you think they deserve it. I’ve heard so many bloggers say they refuse to put anything on their blog they wouldn’t feel comfortable saying to a person’s face. That’s a pretty darn good rule.
Last year was a very bad year. Job issues were making me miserable, Nathan’s mom died, I was sick almost constantly from October through February and then there was my accident in December. At the height of my misery, I felt very alone because no one called or e-mailed to check in with me. It pissed me off because I suspected the folks who weren’t calling were still reading my blog. So I wrote a post about how I felt about them. I wrote about feeling abandoned to see if I would get a response from the very people I felt had abandoned me. The thing is, when I did receive a comment on the blog from one of them, I didn’t know how to respond and just deleted it. So really, what was the point of that post if I was going to go all chicken shit and not acknowledge the response?
The truth was I was being an asshat. I was using the blog to showcase my asshatedness in all its glory. But I was also hurting and did not know how to communicate that hurt to those around me. A blog can be a wonderful tool to communicate with others, but it can also be used as a weapon and that’s not cool. I know that’s not cool because I’ve been on the other side when someone has had some less than flattering things to say about me.
It’s so easy to sit in this chair and think I’m all alone out here because I really can only put faces to a few of the people who read this blog. I’m not alone, though, and need to realize whatever I write might have a negative effect on my relationship with others.
Don’t blog about work. Just don’t do it.
I never used to write much about my job. While cleaning out my archives recently, I noticed there were only 17 posts categorized as “work” out of the 470-plus posts I have written so far. That’s a small percentage, but that’s a percentage that could very well have gotten me into trouble at some point. Losing one’s job for blogging about work may have worked out for Heather Armstrong, but her story is the happily-ever-after version of what can go wrong when you write about your co-workers.
If your professional life is so miserable that you feel you must share your misery with the online community, be safe and do it anonymously. There are all sort of ways you might be able to do this. Just be smart and don’t identify yourself, your co-workers or your employer.
I recently pulled most of my posts labeled “work.” I re-categorized some of the more benign posts I thought I could keep and deleted the “work” category altogether. Better to be safe than sorry.
Be mindful of what you post about your children
A few months ago I snapped some pictures of Autumn after a bath and uploaded the best shot to Flickr. It was relatively harmless in its content, but because my description below the photo included the word “child” and “bath” in it, the picture received 11 hits from other Flickr users. Getting more than a few views of any one photo in my stream is unusual, so the only explanation I could think of for the hits is that some folks out there were looking for very specific content. Needless to say, that photo is now marked private.
The same goes for a short snippet of video I took of Autumn in the bathtub and uploaded to YouTube. Out of all my videos there, that one had the most hits and the most referrer links. It freaked me out and I took it down along with the birthday photo montages I had created that included her full name.
From the comments I read on the live-blog recap and on the BlogHer website, it would seem parents are all over the map when it comes to what they will and won’t reveal of their kids. When Autumn was an infant, I had no problem posting pictures of her in just a diaper. Now that she’s nearly three, I make it a point now to only share pictures of her where she’s clothed or, in the case of this picture, a shot that reveals nothing below the shoulders. The child absolutely loves to run around in her skivvies so there’s rarely an opportunity for me to catch her looking respectable, you know?
If I could start over, I would probably think twice about using my child’s real name. I suppose I could go back and replace every instance of her name with a pseudonym, but that would not change that the blog itself is named after her. The next obvious answer would be to change the name of the blog, but at this point that would be a logistical nightmare. I’m just going to have to be very careful.
Just because it was funny, that doesn’t mean it should be blogged
We have a term we use at The Hollow when something absolutely has to be documented; “blog worthy”. Nathan has come to terms with being married to a woman who likes to write about their lives and has actually submitted a few suggestions to be added here. Even so, there have been times when something truly blog worthy has happened and I’ve passed on writing about it because it might cause extreme embarrassment for the parties involved.
Just this past weekend I found myself in the middle of a completely ridiculous situation involving my family. I recognized the ridiculousness right away, as did Nathan, and actually started composing the post in my head as the situation was unfolding. I even went so far as starting the post in WordPress but had to stop myself. Publishing this moment would have meant sharing a potentially mortifying piece of information about another family member. After conferring with Nathan, we both decided this was one story that should not be shared with the entire internet.
Respect the boundaries of others
Just because you like to blab about your life, that doesn’t mean your friends and family want you to blab about theirs. I’m lucky to be married to a man who doesn’t mind being ridiculed. I actually think he likes the attention, but there are some spouses/partners/children/friends who don’t want to be included in your daily drama. Those who live their lives publicly need to respect the privacy of those who don’t.
The same thing goes for other people’s children. It’s one thing to post pictures and names of your own kids and other thing entirely to post pictures and names of someone else’s. If you do, make sure you have permission from the parents. That’s a no-brainer.
Speaking of kids, there might come a time when Autumn asks me to stop writing about her. There might come a time when what I’ve already written about her could cause her some embarrassment. This was another thing touched on during the discussion at BlogHer, and it seems to be a topic that’s on a lot of parents’ minds.
I know of some bloggers who purge their archives and delete any potentially incriminating posts that could embarrass their kids down the line. While I’m all for trimming some of the fat, I will never purposely delete months or years of what I’ve written. This blog is an extension of my love for my family and I only wish my parents had documented the first years of my life the way I have with Autumn. It would have been nice to have read their impressions as young parents working through it all for the first time.
There are possibly a couple more rules I’m missing here, but I think the ones I’ve listed form a solid foundation for Staying Out Of Trouble On The Internet. Granted, they are my rules and I hardly expect them to apply to everyone.
Also, if anyone out there has something to add, perhaps something you learned through experience or horrible mistake, I’d love for you to drop it in a comment.