A Missing Link
Linkblogging on its own can’t be a form of self-expression. Or can it?
I was a late bloomer in life and on the internet. It wasn’t until my early twenties that I got a serious boyfriend and a home connection. Stalling with the former, I used the latter to make up for lost time.
Too late for Livejournal and too early for MySpace, I cut my teeth on Australia’s oddly-pioneering Vogue forum. Discussions centred on fashion, shopping, or how to get a job in either fashion or shopping; the unspoken rules were to guard your privacy intently and always put on a good face. Fine with me; I was so coupled-up that my life didn’t feel like it was mine to share. To post about the good things would make for dull reading, and it would be dishonourable to talk about the bad. In theory, I knew how easy the internet made self-expression. But not if the self that would be expressed was mine.
Then it was 2007, and like the rest of my world I started my day with Gawker. One morning I read that two New Yorkers in love had started a blog to tell their story. The blog, like their relationship, was short-lived. But after checking their tumblr every day those three fascinating weeks, I decided – on a whim - to start my own blog.
