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Recently, someone asked me if a particular post I had up was about them. It’s not the first time — or the last, I fear — that someone, out of the blue, asked me if they were the subject of my blog. In the past, I’ve even had people ask me not to blog about whatever party, event, or conversation we’re sharing. I’m always slightly uncomfortable when this happens. Sometimes, I am very uncomfortable.

Here’s the thing, as someone with a lot of ties — my kid’s Girl Scouts, preschools (three of them, I might add), private school, and public school as well as my own Mothers’ Center, two Gymboree stints, college, grad school, work environments, writers’ groups, and a high school class — the chance that I am actually blogging about someone who’s not in my immediate family is pretty slim. I only blog about people and things that are actually having an impact on my life. Right now, that’s my kids, my husband, work (occasionally), the environment, the government.

Yes, I have blogged about nameless, faceless neighborhood women who dress very well, but I was not blogging about them. I was blogging about my own insecurities brought on by my own preconceived ideas. Yes, I’ve talked about kids at school who have said this or that, but to punctuate a point — never to hurt someone, and hopefully never in a way that is personally identifiable.

So, to all of those people who wonder if I am blogging about them I say this: Relax, I’m not. Really, I’m not. And I won’t blog about the conversation we’re having, the stuff you’ve got in your grocery cart, or the story that you tell over coffee. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but with everything else I have going on, most people aren’t going to become blog fodder. There’s just too many other things to write about — the environment, vaccines, plastic, what to do with left-over boxes of vegetables from my CSA. (Although friends who whip other friends with Twizzlers are fair game!) Even if I think someone is really nice and I enjoy their company, they’re probably not on my radar when I sit down to type. Heck, even really good friends don’t make my blog most of the time. The reason: A long time ago when I used to write for Marie Claire and Redbook my husband put a policy in place: Thou shalt not write about our friends.

Besides, unless someone is hanging out with Jamie Oliver or volunteering with Greenpeace, simply put (and to quote Elaine from Seinfeld) they probably aren’t blogworthy.

Bloggers, how do you deal with people asking you if you’re blogging about you? Do you blog about people you know? Non-bloggers: How would you feel if someone blogged about you? Would you ask them to stop?

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