Hey! I have been absent for a while. But that
doesn’t mean I haven’t been coming up with content. I have been writing quite a
lot so, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to miss me in the upcoming
weeks! The reason I haven’t been uploading is that, for one, the days are super
short and the few hours there is light to make blog photos I am usually in
school. And secondly, I have been contemplating what kind of content I want to
put out there. I called this blog Frivolous Affairs because I needed a place to
come and be frivolous. However, I do miss having somewhat more serious discussions.
We are all writers and creators as well as
readers and viewers. And so, we share. Which is fine. But, lately, I’ve been
worrying quite a bit about oversharing. My blog is fairly new and I have been
trying to find the perfect balance. How do you set the right boundaries? What
should I share? What do I feel comfortable sharing? How comfortable should your
readers feel with what you share? I want to provoke, but when do I take it too
far? How about triggers? Do I not write about something because it might hurt
my audience? How do I represent myself and what I want to stand for in the best
way possible? These are all questions I have been asking myself and one by one I’m
finding answers to them.
But, am I overthinking it all? I want my little
corner of the internet to be a healthy and safe place for people to come and
enjoy themselves, maybe even learn a little. However, I don’t want to be too
careful and stop enjoying myself. After all, my little nook of the internet
wouldn’t be mine if it didn’t carry some of my constantly present “dominant”
(thank the patriarchy for that silly description) personality.
Lately, by being overly careful, I have somehow
started writing stereotypical brainless product posts. Other than me liking the
products I was discussing, the bog posts didn’t contain any personality. Don’t
get me wrong, I still love my beauty products. I just think there is a lot more
to discuss than the right color eyeshadow or the perfect red lip. It’s not like
I can’t start a badass debate while looking fabulous.
