I just watched Catfish. (I know, it came out a long time ago, bear with me.)
If you haven't seen it and would like to see it, then you should probably stop reading now.
I'll wait if you'd like to leave.
Ok. I'm back. Glad you could stick around! So, Catfish. Catfish is a supposedly real documentary (but has been criticized for being a fake). In a nutshell, the movie is about a 20-something New York photographer who starts an online relationship with a beautiful girl living in the midwest. They have never met. He texts her, sends her emails, talks to her on the phone, all over the course of several months. He *knows* she's gorgeous based on all of the photos on her Facebook page. They talk about being together one day, sharing lives, having a real relationship. They fall in love.
The sad part is that she was a fake. The girl turns out to be a hoax, an entire world created and edited by someone else. The person behind the photos is an artist named Angela Wesselman Pierce. If Catfish is indeed a fake documentary, then I watched a fake documentary that pretends to be real life, about a woman faking her identity on Facebook. A hoax about a hoax.
What I found really interesting about Catfish was the idea that we all edit ourselves online. I definitely do that with this blog. I only post photos I like. I write about only certain aspects of my life. I don't use the boy's real name, or my real name even. It's a curated version of myself, framed in pink. [Although I can still guarantee this blog features the "real" me. You can see some proof here.]
When my life is bombarded with my career, you'll likely not hear from me because I don't share that part of my life on here. It's edited out...hence my silence lately.
We all edit ourselves to some extent, online and in person. What do you share and not share on your blog? How much of your authentic self do you edit?
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