I think I've figured it out.
The very fact that she does *nothing* but blog is the very attraction to the blog itself.
"I have no particular academic qualifications, no notable education, no career accomplishments (other than getting fired--and I made myself famous for it*), and I can make a living just talking about myself." The audacity of it is the invention.
A certain sheen, or veneer is required to pull this off. Substance? No. Style? Yes. Panache? Yes. You just got hipper, by listening to me. That is the trade, so to speak, between the reader and the blogger.
Is this a life to be envied? After I put down Gandhi's autobiography, and after turning the last page of Juanita Brook's bio, and when I finally finish the Ryoma biography, am I to then read Dooce's autobiography. In real time, as it were. Day by day?
God help us all.
The ironic thing is that if and when CG finally crumbles into nothing, it will have actually restored my faith in humanity, rather than the reverse.
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*"famous" with a small "f", not a capital one.
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