Dear @irishblogawards, I Ain’t Saying Nothing

Dear Irish Blog Awards,

Every year around this time, I have this problem. It’s a debillitating condition. Like that gassy belly wind one gets from fine German wheatbeer or the red-face, chokey cough with tears a girl gets in polite company. Sometimes embarrassing, always compulsive.

It’s the compulsion to be honest. To be meta about where are about where blogging is in Ireland. To navel gaze the navel gazers.

You see, Irish Blog Awards, the national shitfit existed *before* The Frontline. Online, we had the shitstirring post. This year, Twenty held one when he hosted Una’s post. Agree with Una’s thesis or not, the comments were punches left and right sometimes more about past transgressions rather than the topic at hand. There are myriad other posts that have offered us the same opportunity. The opportunity to pile-drive before meeting (or more particularly, missing in transit about the function room) other bloggers that we spike anonymously off. I’m as guilty as the next girl at times.

In some ways, though, the reason I write these posts is that I hope in some naïve way, they’ll help burn off the bullshit and create some kind of forum for people to realise their similarities instead of giving people the chance to pinpoint places to sharpshoot their victims. Online sharpshooting followed by that strict Irish traditional of social niceties and the bitchy convo later. Le sigh.

So, this year because I know we’re still teens in heat, I’ll give the shit-stirring post a miss.

Yours,
Alexia

March 10th, 2010 at 3:43 pm • Filed in Blogging



Comments

2 Comments to “Dear @irishblogawards, I Ain’t Saying Nothing”

  1. Twenty Major Says:

    That’s right, save it for after when the honesty and integrity of the IBAs can be called into question.



  2. Pat Phelan Says:

    Well said
    I shall refrain until after also if this is a common theme
    I better fucking win something though or Mulley is going to get it.



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