I’m over it, now. Mostly.
I’m still employed. Thankfully.
Restaurant Gal Daughter periodically uses a great phrase, which I think is appropriate here:
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
For the record, Captain Obvious, it is incredibly bad form–nay, it is the absolute worst kind of form–to out a blogger who clearly wishes to be anonymous. That’s right. You know who you are.
To the plural Captain Obvious who outed me in my city–I find you loathsome.
To those of you who read the outers’ comments and chose to ignore them–I thank you, from my heart.
Let us consider, Captain Obvious, what happens when you out a blogger:
* Out a blogger you love to read, and you could cause them to be fired. Yeah, you are messing with real people, and real people’s jobs. Oh yeah, and then you’ll never being able to read them again–because they can no longer write, or they have to go that far underground to a place you’ll never be privy to.
* Out a blogger who has only ever asked of her readers, “Let’s not name names,” and you simply show your self aggrandizement as Captain Obvious, nothing more.
* Out a blogger, and blame it on the blogger who “didn’t hide her identity and her city enough” and you out yourself as someone who may want to consider living a life beyond foodie blogs.
Frankly, Captain Obvious, my readers hail from all over the world, from many incredible places far outside of this city. They don’t give a damn who I am, or where I am from, or or what my title is, or anything else that gives me up.
They care about what my blog cares about–life’s lessons, life’s trials, life’s sheer bliss.
To those who outed me in my city: Thank you, Captain Obvious.
To those who continue to read between all my lines: Please–read on, and on, and on. I welcome your comments and thoughts.
And I will keep writing.
Because I am, Captain Obvious, the Restaurant Gal you’ll never truly know.