In the past, I have posted a few links to published articles. Some are from the NY Times, Reuters, Salon, etc. Today I received a message from Oped:
"Some of your postings are being delayed because your bio is sketchy, and you are writing under a pseudonym. As a result, editors don't know who you are and you work awaits review by someone who does."
I apologize to the editors reviewing links if published articles do not speak for themselves. My credentials will not impact their content. Of course, links to articles are time-related so delays can make "new" news old. I guess that's the price of being a "sketchy" person. I never considered the person submitting the links to be of importance.
Who am I???
I am no one. I am any one. I am everyone. . . I am the poor white trash who wakes us in the middle of the night with loud arguements and foul language and broken glass. I am the custodian who sweeps the halls and cleans our offices at night without a thank you or a nod. I am those teenage girls with longs legs and open breasts, who hurry to school as we drive to work, and who return to tempt us at night, secretly, in our bed. I am that unwashed, homeless drunk, passed-out in the park under a tree in the dark.
Who am I? Does it matter? Are the links I share diminished by my lowness? Will my identity strengthen my words?
If using an obvious pseudonym disturbs the editing staff at Opednews, would choosing some famous name passify them? What name would be welcomed? Something historic, grand, or infamous? A Washington or Jefferson or Hayes?
My links await someone who "knows" me. . . Philosophically, I disagree with the concept that we "know" anyone. Most of us fail to understand our own self. How can we ever "know" some one else?
I am saddened at this change in editing philosophy. More than the web design appears to have changed. But we just never know. . .
