Why am i telling you this?

Exploring the tragic art of the overshare (and the shame that comes with it).

Full transparency (because I know no other way): This blog was created in response to a course assignment that tasked us with writing about something we’re experts in that AI could not mimic. Turns out, all of my skills – writing, mothering, wife-ing, TV watching, instagram surfing, Homesense shopping, corporate survival, political pontificating, BBQing, and Swiftie-ing are all topics AI could technically write about, some quite well (image search the steak you just bought from Costco – ChatGPT will not only tell you the best way to cook that particular size of cut but also suggest pairings that your kids will actually eat and won’t create a lot of dishes that your husband will lament cleaning AND suggest the perfect Era for a Sunday dinner – it’s Folklore – eat your heart out, Rosey Jetson) be an expert in. As far as I know, it’s not yet trained to self-humiliate through the retelling of personal stories in professional settings. What stated as an idea to write about the art of oversharing quickly evolved into understanding the ‘why’ – the ask of every great editor I’ve worked for. This could turn out to be the most enlightening homework I’ve ever been assigned. Or just another way to look like a jack ass to strangers. Either way, time well spent! I hope you feel the same.

Photo created by ChatGPT. I requested an illustrated robust woman with glasses and messy hair, excitedly telling a story she knows she shouldn’t be sharing to a startled professional in the elevator (of course it was an older white man). After the first image was generated I asked it for a slimmer face. Even in anonymity I’m self conscious (vain). I also didn’t need to share that last bit but here we are.

This is what you came for.

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