According to Stanley Bing and his book 100 Bullshit Jobs … and How to Get Them, blogging is a bullshit job.
According to the book: “Skills required: ability to upload thoughts, vapours, resentments, insights, lack of insights, rumours, stuff you’ve heard, stuff you haven’t heard. Must possess the impression that one’s quotidian brain activity is of interest to others. Helps to be funny but when that is impossible, being hateful often suffices.”
According to J. Kelly Nestruck, a Canadian journalist living in London who blogs at fence.blogspot.com and for the Guardian arts blog (blogs.guardian.co.uk/arts): “The monetary earnings of my personal blog have not been great, which is why it could technically be called a bullshit job. But the personal rewards, oh, they’re innumerable: new friends who I only know by pseudonym, the thoughtful and entertaining debates with commenters over exactly how big an idiot I am, the huge number of hits my Google search now results in…. The downside? Well, there was the girlfriend who left me because she said I loved the Internet more than her. On the whole, though, I wouldn’t give up the past four-plus years of blogging for anything. Because I’m addicted. I’m seeing someone about that.”
huh, some of my best friends are pseudonyms.