1st Ever Blogged Final Paper (for me at least)
In his theories on the Hierarchy of Needs, Abraham Maslow states that in order to be fully developed, a person must initially satisfy his bodily needs, security needs, social needs and then ego needs before he can be self-actualized (or fulfilled). Although they may only exist on a subconscious level, most bloggers focus on sating two needs in particular. The social desire speaks to wanting love and a sense of belonging which many bloggers look to in forming their own blogging communities. These arenas have developed around everything from the need to unite people based on their location as in CTweblogs to their religious preference like John Rush’s missionary work Additionally, the need to fulfill the ego, or the need to find self-respect and respect from others as well is a force that bloggers deal with daily when they check their comments. Although they know that many times these comments will be either worthless or ignorantly obnoxious, there is still the guiding need leading them to see who is linking to their blog and why. At the point of self-actualization, the blogger has realized his potential and reached personal growth through the blog. This does not necessarily mean that the person has to become a “blogbrity” in order to be self-actualized, going on book signing tours like Tucker Max, who came to fame through his blog are darling Coffee Rhetoric who is now publishing her novels. Rather, self-actualization can come simply by learning about yourself through the process of blogging. If anything, our class provides an ideal template for this. As we have expounded upon during every discussion, every member of our course has learned something about their selves through blogging, even if, in the case of JP or Marc, it is that blogging is not the right medium for them. Blogs provide immediate gratification for the primal stages in development for those that do feel connected to them.
The fulfillment of the social and ego needs are most evident in the personal blogs in which people emote about whatever strikes them as interesting about themselves for the day. Sarah Green’s fascinated me the most of out of this genre. What compels this angsty former teeny bopper to express herself in such a public forum? At least once a week, she writes lengthy diatribes, addressing the same guy who wronged her. It’s been over a year now and things do not seem to be progressing very well for her. Her blog’s title, “Take me Back to Once Upon a Time” waxes poetic about her nostalgia for her past with him. Perhaps if she did not spend so much time obsessing over this boy, she would be able to move on.
However, blogs help us fuel our obsessions. Because they are such inviting places where anyone can ramble about an interest and someone else on the internet is bound to share similar a similar liking, the blogosphere allows people like Sarah to post her musings on herself. In essence, she embodies a little bit of everything that we have been ruminating about in this course. Firstly, her need for expression seems to be what drives her blog. She is obviously looking to connect with an audience however her intended audience is slightly ambiguous. She writes her entries specifically directed to “him” but the people who comment on her walls are an assortment of her gal-pals and fellow brooding teenaged girls just like her. Sarah is looking for catharsis to mend her ego which has clearly been hurt upon her rejection from her love interest. The enthralling part of her blog experience is that her ramblings do not seem to get old. I realize this could be a widely contested statement but for the same type of audience that is drawn to anything starring Hugh Grant, or more accurately for her demographic, anything with an off-beat quirky protagonist (like a young Christina Ricci) who gets the guy in the end, this blog is the stuff of cinematic magic. It is both nauseating and addictive.
Eudora Welty once said, "I am a writer who came of a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well, for all serious daring starts from within." From the aesthetic of her blog, it would certainly seem that Sarah comes from a sheltered life. Her blog is littered with pictures of her and her friends with such daring to be witty captions as “drunk, anyone?” and another photo of one of Sarah’s walls which sports a poster of James Dean and a construction paper heart. Although there probably is not much else to do in Krum, Texas other than fixate on guys and drink underage (the same could naturally be true for most suburban areas), Sarah is able to create an entire over analytical network of imagination in her mind to keep her occupied. She dares to obsess.
On November 22nd, she writes,
“ I just woke up. 3 in the morning...because I was dreaming and you were there. Only you were lashing out at me. You were back to the way things used to be. You had your booze, your drugs, and something you've never done, you had females, pictures, physical, anything, to hurt me. I didn't understand it. You wouldn't look at me, just made it clear you were doing everything out of spite. I am, indeed, going quite insane. Do you remember that first shooting star in the park? Oh, I do reminisce quite often.”
Sarah longs to rekindle her intimacy with her vagabond ex. It would seem that she has no other friends the way she uncomfortably writes what feels like bad Coldplay lyrics to this punk who I’ve determined is not worth it. However, all of her friends support her and comment that she is beautiful and strong. While I have no doubt that Sarah is both of those things, I’m not sure how much I would support a friend who obsessed over one person for over a year. Breezeface comments, “Sarah Green when you write about him it only makes me want to cry. Not only because it's sad, but for you in general. I wish he hadn't hurt you like he did, and I would give anything to take the pain away, but I can't...so the best I can do is be a good friend.”
When I was in high school I was unhealthily enamored with a boy but only after I dated him. In order to soothe my self-important soul I wrote an article for the school newspaper entitled, “I am obsessed” and charted the development of my crush and in the end concluded that obsessions can be positive things to have provided they keep your mind off of truly negative thoughts, like SATs and illness. I secretly wanted him to stumble across it but that did not even matter. The idea that I had sent it out into a void that he was a part of was enough for me to have some relief. To a certain extent I think that Sarah and I share the same kindred spirit. Fortunately, I have long since moved on since my sophomore year, or so I thought before I started reading the emo blogs and I realized that the need to air your proverbial dirty laundry, or dirty relationship details is innate in more people than just the small town Sarah that I am focusing on.
The most uncomfortable part about Sarah’s blog is that it invites the reader to become a voyeur in a much more profound way than blogs about politics or hobbies do. Of course I mean voyeur in the more colloquial sense and not technically as a paraphilia involving sexual arousal because of these blogs. If that’s the goal of perusing the internet you can find much better sites to become stimulated by then this wholesome account of a first love. However, voyeurism as we understand it as the Rear Window or Peyton Place need to know about other people’s lives certainly comes alive when reading her blog. What is it about Sarah that’s more interesting than our own lives? Is it because she’s unrelenting? Is it because she’s developed a genuine voice without an air of pretension? Because we know that her audience is specific and unless we are her high school mates or the boy that scorned her, we are not who she is directing, it helps to assure any other readers that she is not blogging for fame or recognition. We are even told on September 5th, “Sarah, you weren’t in school today.” Perhaps it is endemic of high school culture, but this is not something that would ever pop up in Kyrie O’Connor’s “cultural musings” or any of the other blogs we have become familiar with.
I do not know this girl, and in all honesty, would not be friends with her. I’m sure she’s lovely but my friends have grown out of the “it’s cool to look drunker than you are phase” not because we are better than Sarah but because her peers are fifteen. However, in general, I know that I am not her intended audience yet I can not stop feeling the need to connect with her and her pain just as she is trying to connect with her skateboarding antagonist. On November 5th she writes,
“At times when you look at me and storm away so quickly with nothing to say, it seems that I ruin you. But how could I do that? And the 'three-day-funk' turned into four and I was too scared to even tell you goodbye, and I just left with my bouquet of nothing that mattered then. I can read you vaguely, but when you say that it's nothing, I just want to hug you. And how can I stand here with you when I realize that I'm involuntarily hurting you? You always talk too little and too late when you explode with your tensions and frustrations. And then you laugh about it. That's what gets me the worst. Because you don't want to laugh at all, you want to scream and kick and gauge my eyes out, but instead you just laugh and begin to start boiling again”
I am clearly not the “you” she is referring to. I did not storm away from her and I have not been in a “three-day-funk” that I can note. Yet, I enjoy overhearing her conversations and being allowed insight into her mind.
How much more ranting can her posse take? Perhaps I am just bitter because I emailed her over two weeks ago and posted on her blog but she still has not responded to my questions. I am taking this as a sign that Sarah is meant to be observed from a far and not communicated with. In order to be intrigued by her blogging personality, I need to feel that she is not a real person.
We have discussed in class the notion that bloggers are disembodied. Even when they attach pictures, it is easier to assume that they are the type of manufactured press release photos that you see before a film screening and not photos of real people. Character is so strong with blogs, even in terms of those who have characters who don’t appeal to you that it is eerie when you see the blogger in the flesh. When we first met Aldon I was surprised by his appearance and demeanor, even though I had seen his photos. In researching Sarah’s commentators, I found that many of them had Facebook Profiles, which was yet another way of reaffirming her status as real person.
On September 8th, 2005 Sarah tells us, “I don't want to be the disembodied face that comes to you as you close your eyes before you fall to sleep. I want to be there” but obviously the person she wants to be embodied for is not me or any one outside of her immediate circle.
The Facebook (that's my roommate) is another forum of self-expression that we barely touched upon in class yet it is listed as #51 on the Top 100 Best Blogs that we scanned at the beginning of the semester. But does a profile of yourself and links to your friends really constitute a blog? I think that it is too small of a glimpse into a person to give us the wide scope of who that individual is. If Sarah had a Facebook profile (which after many attempts to find, I can safely say that she doesn't) she would feel utterly removed from the Sarah that I know because there is so much more depth to a blogger’s personality than simply a few lines about favorite movies and quotes they enjoy.
Additionally, you can learn a lot about a blogger based on the people who they link to on their blog rolls or by clicking on the profiles of the comment makers. The people who most readily post on Sarah’s sights are the creators of the similarly pseudo-poetic mind fields of “Me from my Words,” and “Music Makes my Heart Melt,” at which is yet another floridly worded sight where a passionate singer tries to pass off Kelly Clarkson lyrics as her own. She says, “music touches my heart in a way that no man ever will.” She tells us, in yet another beauteous poem that she and her crush could have “sat around all day, drinking in life.” These are slightly more saccharine versions of Sarah’s words. After a while, the friends you keep begin to reflect each other and this is certainly true of the blogosphere. However, Alyssa, master of the music heart melting domain spells appreciate “appricate” which is something Sarah would not do.
Additionally, there is “Imperfect Isolation” in which this young man tries to pass John Mayer lyrics off as his own. I am convinced that he is the person that once broke our lovely protagonist’s heart. After his post on August 28th, entitled “Needs and Wants” in which he proudly declares, want to play the piano. I need to play the blues. I want to marry you. I need to love you,” Sarah comments to him, “I just wanted to say something......I'm not sure what though. I miss you.” There exchange however does not last long because his blog stops being edited shortly thereafter. However, if he is indeed her Romeo, it becomes more evident why she has held on to his sentimental drivel for so long. Their relationship is both beautiful and tragic in that it’s so purely high school, there’s something sacred about it. Does posting something so private on the blogosphere make it less meaningful or more meaningful? According to someone like Sarah, creating a blog immortalizes her feelings and therefore gives more importance to her epic love.
Foucault argued that people have an innate desire to make the private public. In this sense, Sarah must be exercising her right to exhibitionism in the same way that all of her friends are. Where else than the blogosphere can pre-teen girls have a voice that is celebrated for being annoying authentic. Novels attempt to recreate this authenticity but often fall short. Coming of age stories written by middle aged women seldom have the same flair for style and language that Sarah and her friends have. Thanks to their need for expression and their Maslowian need for affirmation and self-respect, these young people are pioneering not only the blogosphere, but perhaps the future of literary development.
