For those of you who don't know, the etymological definition of sharting is as follows:
Shart (v.) - The act of farting in hopes that it will just be air, but to ones' dismay...a little shit comes out.
Basically, this is what I was guilty of doing yesterday. In an online interview posted elsewhere, I disparaged the popularity of Dooce and, in the hopes of getting a cheap laugh, I poked fun at Heather's ubiquity. I don't know what compelled me to be such an asshole. Maybe it was a mild case of constipation but, more likely, it was a mild case of schadenfreude. In reality, I meant to make a completely unrelated point about enjoying personal blogs that fly well under the radar and, in doing so, I forgot that Dooce's popularity should in no way diminish the strength of Heather's writing.
Anyway, I'm apologizing here because, for me, Dooce is what personal blogging is all about. Heather's writing is raw, unfiltered, emotional and hilarious. She's never pandered to her audience and her ability to maintain her voice is a credit to her talent as a writer. Not only is she one of the people who inspired me to blog but she's helped several close female friends of mine help deal with their depression. Nothing to joke about.
Sorry, Heather! Next round of drinks is on me.