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Random tidbits purged from my brain from life in NYC and my travels. For more information, visit www.rachelkramerbussel.com. See also Cupcakes Take the Cake and the possibly NSFW Lusty Lady as well as the blogs for my erotica anthologies Please, Sir, Please, Ma'am, Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories, The Mile High Club, Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories, Dirty Girls and Peep Show. rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com

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Is there something wrong with spilling personal shit about other people — without giving them the chance to comment or maintaining their anonymity? — when they’re not public figures such as politicians, and when this info isn’t really that important, just kinda embarrassing.

Runnin’ Scared

As someone with an ex whose friend apparently suggested he have me sign a NDA when we started dating, I have to say I think that a) if you’re Aaron Sorkin dating a New York Post reporter, you probably don’t really care and b) I believe everyone is entitled to own and share their own story. It’s theirs, and that’s the rub, I guess. You can’t own feelings or memories or takeaways. You can’t argue with something that’s true. I’m not saying everyone should or has to write about everything that happens to them, but to me writer shaming is akin to slut shaming. If you don’t want someone to write about something you did…don’t do it. Harsh but true. It’s why I try to make myself the biggest target of my writing, analyze my flaws before anyone else’s. It’s why I’m okay with calling myself all sorts of names. At the same time, as long as it’s legal, I say go for it. And to anyone writing about Mandy’s post, well, there’s part of the answer as to why write about these things: people are reading them. Gleefully.