Want an interview? Have your people call my people...
Category: Just Plain Silly... Navel Gazing...
Posted Saturday, February 12, 2005 at 04:17 PM [GMT-6]

Well, now I know how Pâris Hiltøn feels.* For the fourth time in about a month, I've been asked to do an interview. Two of the requests were for stories dealing exclusively with local bloggers; the other two came about from my blogging but weren't exclusively blog-related.

I turned down one of the requests; one has already been written about here and another is going to be, um, accessible to local residents very soon. The fourth request is not something I'll say anything more about until after the project is completed, out of respect for the writer.

I'm a little uncomfortable with the notion that people are interested in either what I have to say or blogging in general. I worry that stories about blogging have been overdone, and I certainly don't feel that I'm qualified to be a spokesman for the blogosphere.

Or...am I? OK, I accept the fact that I'm not and never will be one of the "A-list" bloggers. I have neither the time nor the talent for that. But I may well be representative of the other million (five million? ten?) bloggers who also aren't "A-list." We're not bring down media empires or changing the course of national elections or setting the stage for the next fashion trend; we're just writing about stuff that interests or annoys or amuses us, and hoping that there are a few other folks who can relate. We're not in it for the money, and when it stops being fun, we'll probably stop doing it.

So, bring on the interviews, if you think the subject is worth the pixels or the ink. Just don't be surprised when the man behind the curtain looks suspiciously like the guy next door or down the hall (or even in the pew just behind yours).

*Well, other than being fabulously wealthy, skankily gorgeous and notoriously unaware of anything outside of her personal space, I know just how she feels. After all, we're both apparently famous for no discernible reason.