Danielle Keeler

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The most important thing you can know about the internet:

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Know that when I refer to “the internet”, I am referring mainly to social networking sites. However, it’s much shorter to say “the internet” than “social networking websites”.

The internet is NOT a place to air out your insecurities. Get it through your head. Facebook is not the place to vent about your boyfriend drama, Tumblr is not the place to tell the world how fat you feel or how ugly you think your body is (which, by the way, it’s not. You’re beautiful). And even more importantly, do not publish your entire life online.

I understand wanting to talk about your life. That’s human nature. We all talk about what’s important to us, and we want to share our joys and disappointments with others. And yes, misery loves company. I get that. But when all your emotions are displayed for the world to see, I guarantee it will come back and bite you in the ass. And remember this: NO BLOG/TWITTER/TUMBLR/ETC. IS ANONYMOUS. Someone will always find it, and you’ll regret the most personal things you wrote. Would you be okay with someone from your school reading it? Your office? Your book club? Then DON’T POST IT ONLINE.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with posting about your emotions. If you’re sad, you can explain why. If you’re happy, feel free to share. But some emotions are simply meant to be your own, or kept within a close circle of friends. If you’re going to explode without airing it out somehow, keep a journal. Tell a best friend. But please, please don’t air out your entire life on the internet. It’s not anonymous, it’s not private, and it will be seen by people you know. Maybe not right away, but it won’t stay anonymous forever. Be prepared for when it leaks, and don’t write anything you wouldn’t be okay sharing with those in your real life, not just those in your double-internet life (let’s be real, we’re all someone different online then we are in real life).

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Written by Danielle Keeler

November 3, 2011 at 10:18 pm

Tumblr is Free Porn/More Blogconfessoins

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So supposedly, it is illegal for anyone under 18 to visit a pornography website.  Does that include Tumblr?  Because, as anyone who has an active Tumblr blog will tell you,  there are more porn shots compiled on that site than I have ever seen.  One particular blog I follow–while not actually dedicated to porn–posts at least 10 new pictures every day.  I keep following her only because it blows my mind at some of the things these people can do…but that’s another story.  If porn is illegal to everyone under 18, every high school student on Tumblr is currently breaking the law.

I like the idea of Tumblr.  It’s nice to have a constant-stream blog, one that allows you to post lengthier things than Twitter, a bigger variety of things than Facebook, but doesn’t characterize itself by extremely lengthy posts like other blog sites.  Tumblr allows you to post literally ANYTHING that comes to your mind (so long as it is not a threat to national security), and while in theory this is good, we have all heard about what unrestricted web diarrhea can lead to…again, that’s another story.

Back to my original point: how is Tumblr not considered illegal porn?  I mean, I’m definitely not saying I want anyone under the age of 18 to be banned from Tumblr (or perhaps they already are…I don’t know what the age minimum is for it), but it just doesn’t quite make sense to me.  But I’m not complaining.  Not a bit.

While I’m here, I was thinking I would post a few more Blogconfessions from one of my favorite Tumblr pages (www.blogconfessions.tumblr.com).  For those who have not read my earlier article about these confessions, Blogconfessions is an anonymous site where you can post your most secret confessions.  It can help a person just to get the words out, and I highly recommend that if you are on Tumblr, you follow them.  The first few confessions hit home with my previous article about confidence, so please,  ladies (and gentlemen): you’re beautiful just the way you are.

10384.) I feel fat and I want to be skinny; skinny so I can fit into a size 8. I mean I’m only 13, I should be allowed to fit into a size 8, but no, sometimes I can’t even fit a size 10. But I can’t lose weight because my mum was anorexic and she said that it was horrible and her parents hated it, and I can’t put her through that. But I just want to be skinny.

 

10383.) I wonder if you would love me if I were thin.

 

10378.) My dream is to run away and join the circus, if only my family didn’t expect more from me.

 

10377.) Everything comes back to how I have this fear that everyone I love is going to leave me. It’s why I’m so anxious and irrational.

 

10370.) I’m the biggest attention whore I know. Now I know why everyone calls me a slut. Even if it is just a “joke.”

 

10367.) Whenever I’m upset or scared, my suicide flashes before my eyes. Knowing I can always kill myself if it becomes too much is the only thing that keeps me sane.

 

10365.) My dream career is to be a pirate. Booze, gold, danger, and girls. That’s the shit right there.

 

10350.) At my age, girls are obsessing over boys and “falling in love.” I’m scared I’ll never find someone I feel that passionately about.

 

10348.) There are confessions from me about falling in love with girls and sleeping with boys who already have girlfriends and smoking pot and I want people to see them. I want people to know that even angels can fall. I want people to know that they aren’t alone.

 

10337.) Last month I got diagnosed with depression. My psychologist called my parents. My parents think I’m lying.

 

10336.) I want to be skinny. All of my friends are perfect overachievers who succeed at everything and have no pinchable fat on them. I want to be skinny. I have tried, but I just don’t have the self control. Maybe I should try harder.

 

10333.) I think I’ve finally learned to love my body.

 

10325.) I’m bulimic.

 

10324.) Yesterday, I wanted to pull the trigger.

 

10323.) I feel hungry, and I hate it. I hate having to eat. I hate my body. I hate my lack of willpower. I hate everything.

 

10292.) And you, sir, are very attractive. Therefore, I will stare at you.

Figured I’d end on a funny confession, what with all the sad ones above.  If anyone feels this way, please realize something: there are people who loves you, and you are NEVER alone.

I do not own rights to any of these confessions.  They are anonymous, and to see the original posts, please go to http://www.blogconfessions.tumblr.com.  All confessions posted here were posted on the internet prior to my re-posting them.

Written by Danielle Keeler

August 24, 2011 at 5:21 pm