I will be the thousandth or so blogger to remark on Emily Gould's cover story about oversharing in this coming Sunday's New York Times Magazine. The Times has already closed comments after the 727th self-righteous older person told her she should be saving starving children in Biafra (if you remember Biafra, you're a Times reader). Even her ex-boss has chimed in.
So I can't say anything that hasn't already been said. And I make a point of keeping my private life private and protecting details about myself and my intimate circle, both here and generally. But one of my no-fail rules for work and, to a great extent, for life (besides these, which Emily might consider) is:
Never take anything personally. Even when it's meant that way.
Then again, I don't currently write about myself for a living. And even in my women's-magazine heyday, I was never especially comfortable doing so. Contrary to Socrates, I believe it's sometimes better to leave life unexamined.
I can't claim I don't care what other people think. But if that runs you, you won't be able to think for yourself.