Who's that girl?

You know that girl that you went to undergrad with and never knew until she sat a row in front of you in one of your last semester classes? Then, all of a sudden, you see her everywhere, and it seems that everyone else already knows her. Well blogs have become that girl for me. Before this class, I knew what blogs were, and I occasionally heard the enthusiastic GSPMer chatting about them during a class break, but now, I feel like I'm running into blogs all over the place. I feel completely out of the loop on this whole blogging phenomenon.
Here's just one little anecdote on the subject. Too early this morning I'm browsing through a bookstore at the airport, trying to occupy my mind with anything but schoolwork, when I come across a book titled The Washingtonienne. It had an interesting cover and title, of course, so I picked it up. Then, caught completely off guard, I was hit in the face with another blog. As it turns out, the book is written by and about former staffer, Jessica Cutler, who was fired for the content and secrets of her racy blog. This run-in with blogging gave me the idea for this post so I started looking up information about the book so I could post a link to it. In doing so, I discovered that apparently this Miss Cutler created quite the scandal on the Hill in May 2004, and everyone in D.C. but me knows about it. I didn't want to post the link to her blog because I feel that if she got fired for it, I don't really want it on my blog so feel free to search for yourself. Based on my little research, it could be very "enlightening." Evidently, Miss Cutler did not get the memo from Emi about refraining from posting anything you might be ashamed of on your blog. Sure it's anonymous, but if you work on the Hill, do you really want to take that chance?
All this to say, through similar blog run-ins, I have come to terms with the following: I live in D.C. I am in politics. Blogs are everywhere. In this field, and in this city, there is no hiding from the blog. I must jump on the bandwagon, or else I'll be left behind.