The Adnostic

The other night I was having dinner with the parental units and telling them that I wouldn't be around at the end of the month because I would be going to BlogHer for the weekend. Suddenly Mom became very concerned about my blog.

"Is it like a Chat Room?"

"No Mom, it's not like a chat room. It's more like a personal broadcast. People can leave e-mails or comments, but it's not in real time. I'm not having a conversation with my readers. It's mostly one way."

"Well, I don't know how I feel about this."

"Mom. Everything is virtual. They can get my e-mail address, but that's about it. I'm very vague about where I live, where I work, and where I go. There is nothing tangible about me on the site."

"Well, there are these Sexual Predators out there and they can be very dangerous. I hope you're aware of this."

I stared at her wide-eyed for a moment, stunned by the level of ignorance and ill directed concern. "Mom, I'm not TWELVE!"

Dad giggled and that ended that. At least until it was time to clear the table.

"I guess I should tell everyone at BlogHer to be extra careful. All those female bloggers in one place, it's like a Sexual Predators wet dream!!!"

Mom glared at me. "Don't be cute."

Dad and I chuckled and continued clearing the table.