I just spent 2 hours writing a blog post for you that I completely can’t post. My husband says it is really not about being a chicken but deciding what battles to fight. And this post would name names and describe how upset I am about something, and, as mentioned, my president reads this blog. So I can’t post it. It would be really stupid to post it. I would deeply regret it.
I hope I don’t also regret not posting it. Because I would rather have a blogging philosophy like Zuska’s.
But, it turns out, today I discover I am a big ol’ chicken blogger.
This is why pseudonymous blogging is so important. So stories will be told that those of us who blog under our own names are too chicken to tell.