Chronic Discontent: Pluses, Minuses Of Blogging

Blogging at Chronic Discontent is like running my own newspaper, without deadlines or complaints, and everyone at my newspaper makes the same amount of money - zilch - so you don’t have one guy in circulation who has to work two jobs to pay rent in a crappy apartment and another guy over in the business office with a summer house and two boats and kids in private school. No one pays me to write and no one spikes my stories over sacred cows. I don’t have to stay on the good side of any automobile dealers. The worst thing is the Christmas parties, they stink. No one drinks too much and says too much and there isn’t any a-little-bit-too-dirty dancing; there aren’t any salacious rumors around the office; I don’t have any co-workers to share my drudgery and my joy. There aren’t any millionaires around, or famous people calling. Nobody’s bringing money. Nobody knows who I am. Nobody cares. When you say you work for the newspaper, people care. Say you’re a blogger and their eyes glaze over - it’s like saying you self-published a book. There’s no power behind it. One day I’ll quit. But I have to have something better to do, first/ Chronic Discontent.

Question: Feel free to continue the thread re: why you blog, read blogs, or comment on blogs?