I’m Belle de Jour and so’s my wife
Anonymous blogging, eh? Pah, harrumph and pschaw. I mean to say, really. I’ve never read Dr. Magnanti’s [1] Belle de Jour blog (though I do enjoy ‘Stan Cattermole’’s Bête de Jour for all its opportunities for bleak schadenfreude), and only ever managed to sit through about ten minutes of Billie Piper’s telly version, a programme which just reinforced for me the claim that ITV has been “entertaining the stupid and undereducated since 1955” as I believe Dead Ringers once ever-so-slightly unfairly said, but the Daily-Maily reaction to her identifying herself has bemused me. The story was essentially:
‘Woman Chooses To Make Easy Money Fucking Strangers And Then Even More Easy Money By Writing About It’
and yet they reacted with typical mimsy outrage. All I thought was that if it was necessary for her to turn to prostitution to pay for her PhD then there was clearly something seriously wrong with academic funding. However, it then made me ponder anonymity and bloggery.
By my estimation about four [2] people read this blog of mine (when, that is, I bother to put anything on it) and they all know who I am anyway, but the casual visitor will have no idea. I’m not deliberately concealing my identity; rather, it strikes me as supremely irrelevant to trumpet information about myself that you won’t be able to glean from reading my blatherings. However, lest I seem to be hiding behind a domain name, here are five phaude facts to keep you going:
1. The first thing I’d buy if I won the lottery would be a stuffed grizzly bear wearing a top hat, positioned as if playing a sousaphone;
5. I can’t count.
Happy now? Goodo. I’m so glad we sorted that out. Until!
[1] ‘Magnanti’ sounds like Polari for ‘big nothing’ to me and made me listen to Julian & Sandy for a full half hour after having read of her real identity. I’m such a child.
[2] Possibly five, but I’m not going to check the stats. Most of my traffic comes from Russian spambots who send me bad jokes. It’s like being stalked by Peter Serafinowicz.