I’ve been thinking a lot recently about disclosure on individuals’ weblogs and Web sites. I’m curious to know how people negotiate the delicate balance between expressing their thoughts, feelings, and experiences (and creating a distinct authorial voice that stands out from the gazillion of other people who write blogs) and providing too much information about themselves. I’m all for pushing the boundaries of self-expression, but when you do so online, it’s just a Google search and a link away. Suddenly, (potentially) millions of your new best friends can easily access anything you disclose.
I am highly sensitized to the fact that what I may or may not say on my blog might become an “issue” in any number of ways. For example, in future job interviews for academic positions, I might be questioned as to why I chose to reveal certain information about myself. Or, some members of my family might stumble onto my blog and take issue with my political views. How do I serve my need to disclose (which I find both cathartic and worthwhile) and my need to preserve parts of myself that aren’t fit for others’ (at least, not anonymous others’) consumption?
This isn’t a purely academic interest. I recently read that one of my exes has moved in with his new girlfriend and another has gotten engaged. It’s weird. I’m certainly not invested in their lives, nor am I particularly upset. However, it’s strange that they would disclose such information to complete strangers (one of them has a blog on LiveJournal, and could restrict the people that see his postings, but has chosen not to) – and I have to wonder if (especially in one particular case) this was posted just because he knows that I probably read his blog.
You might wonder, of course, why I’m even interested in reading their Web sites, if I’m so “not interested” in their lives in the first place. I don’t honestly know. It’s kind of like a car accident – you want to look away, because it’s so awful, but you… just…can’t. For me, checking in from time to time on those that had been oh-so-important to me in the past is absolutely necessary. It gives me some perspective; it reminds me of the person I was and how glad I am to have finished that chapter of my life.
I return, therefore, to the first question I posed: how do we walk the fine line between healthy self-disclosure and too much information? Or, I could ask it another way: when does self-expression become egomania? And how does technology mediate this experience? Why is it that I feel so much freer to express my true feelings via my weblog and, yet, so much more painfully aware of the potential consequences of doing so?