Leah is leaving the blogosphere. And it's because you're all just so boring. What did we tell you about boring Leah, pretties? We warned you not to bore her. But you didn't listen. So sayeth the Leah:
"My own problem with the blogosphere is not that it's selling out to the mainstream, but that most of it is spectacularly boring. The dominant quality is tedium: writers without editors, fact-checkers or paying subscribers to keep them in check."
Oh, and besides, she searched for herself on Technorati and (gasp) found that the genius of her craft and her merit as a novelist were not recognized by the jealous hacks of the weblog world:
"Countless chat rooms full of bitter unpublished writers venomously slagging published ones -- their terrible spelling, poorly constructed sentences and outrageous amounts of displaced hatred and envy a testimony to why they became bloggers in the first place."
We're disappointed, of course, that Ms. McLaren did not chance upon our humble little site and its annals of Leah fandom. We're quite convinced that her assessment would have been entirely altered had she found our blog, which is now certified to be One Hundred Percent Free of Displaced Hatred and Envy (we even have the receipt from the exterminators).
But anyways, disappointed though we are to be part of the McLaren-maligned blogosphere, we are at least relieved to have the company of the entire pedagogical professional in the shadow of Leah's stern glare:
"...Much like teachers who teach because they can't do, the blogger blogs because he can't publish."
But though she throws darts at teachers, we are relieved to see her spirited defence of the meritocracy of publishing. Thank goodness a system exists where only the most talented writers are given column ink, free of the nepotism of influential family members.
This was almost a farewell column, pretties, as we prepared to depart the cold and Leahless expanses of the blogosphere. But then -- praise heaven! -- we found a loophole.
"...Which is exactly why I'm swearing off the blogosphere for good -- except, of course, for the celebs in bad outfits."
Thank heavens! We're able to keep going, so long as we ensure that trashy celebrity fashion remains within our editorial mandate. We will be spending our evening trawling Go Fug Yourself and Oh No They Didn't for material to draw the gracious eyes of Her Leahness to our humble little diary.