First there was some momentary noise about implementing a superfluous blogging code of conduct, so as to bring about an unnecessary level of civility to the metaverse, now some waggish “loosely formed coalition of left-leaning” folk want to burden innocent bloggers with union membership, all for the sake of imbibing the pajama-ugg-boot-clad with a professional veneer.
By joining a union, you too could be deemed a “professional” some-thing-or-other, or thing-a-mi-gig. That’s all it takes, funnily enough. So if you’re off getting a degree or working your way up the corporate ladder, forget it, find a union, any union, and you’ll be a professional.
There are, as your little imaginations would have already run riot figuring out, many sound and serious reasons for flagging the urgent need for a blogging union, such as:
"I sure would like to have that union bug on my Web site," said Burgard, a blogger who uses the moniker Bendy Girl.
[Burgard] hopes that regardless the form, the labor movement ultimately will help bloggers pay for medical bills. It's important, she said, because some bloggers can spend hours a day tethered to computers as they update their Web sites.
"Blogging is very intense — physically, mentally," she said. "You're constantly scanning for news. You're constantly trying to come up with information that you think will mobilize your readers. In the meantime, you're sitting at a computer and your ass is getting wider and your arm and neck and shoulder are wearing out because you're constantly using a mouse."
Clearly not quite the “Bendy Girl” she claims to be.
[See, you can’t trust bloggers as far as you can defenestrate them.]
[BTW – can anyone explain the whole “mobilize your readers” concept? Mobilize? Readers? Not computing.]
In seeking comment from medical professionals, Dr Kildare said that the left-leaning folk in search of a union:
"quite likely suffered borderline personality disorder, and were most likely borderline bloggers".
His colleague Professor Clooney declined to offer any prognosis without conducting thorough physical examinations, but was prepared to suggest that:
“the wrist ache almost certainly has nothing to do with obsessively moving a mouse".
He hung up abruptly, without elaborating.
[Oi, could someone untether me now. Anyone? Oi, seriously, I'm tethered here, and my arse is getting bigger and bigger as I type, and I swear my neck is going to, like, fall over like a rotting tree trunk.]