Having a Weird Blog Can Cost You
Just take a look at the sad story of Star Jones's biggest fan
“Well, I did google you,” one interviewer said, “and I found your web site.” She had an injured foot, which was propped up on the chair next to mine and pointing at me in all its Ace-bandaged glory.
“Oh,” I answered.
“I have concerns about some of your writing,” she said.
“Particularly, your letters to Star Jones raised some questions.”
Then I realized what was going on. The interviewer thought I was actually stalking Star Jones. So I said what anyone would in that situation: “I’m not stalking Star Jones.”
As soon as I heard myself say the words, “I’m not stalking Star Jones,” I knew the interview was over.