As if my normal anxieties about money and feeding myself haven't been weighing on me enough, they've been furthered by the harrowing tale of
, who, if you're not reading her, you need to, because she's freakin' hilarious. But long story short, she got canned from her job because of her personal blog.
In my excitement about starting "Broad," I had mentioned it to several of the higher ups at the paper, thinking that if they knew about it in advance, it wouldn't be a big deal. You know, I'd make sure not to divulge any off-the-record material on any stories I work on, wouldn't discuss subjects by name, sure as hell wouldn't broadcast any scoops the paper got -- all the precautions that I think would allow this to be an above-board operation. But seeing the way she got hosed, the whole thing completely terrifies me, especially since I'm a free-lancer and the paper can stop using me at any time.
For my part, I still haven't decided what I actually want this blog to be. A journal in which I piss and moan? A place for me to comment on other submissions on other sites a la Gawker or TMF, TML? And if it's the former, how much of my life do I want my bosses to know (well, that they already don't)? What I can say is, whatever I do talk about, it'll be in reference to my life and the way it affects me regardless of who's involved, and I make no apologies for that. I mean, I doubt that I would say anything here that I haven't already said, or wouldn't say, to the parties involved, and I'm not going to name people unless they're cool with it, but that's it.
Has anyone figured out how to balance the whole freedom-of-speech-while-not-pissing-off-your-employer thing yet?
Oh, whatEVER. 
