I actually detest the word “ain’t” but it is descriptive.

So, lately, for the readers that are still with me, I’ve been a bit contemplative, a bit opinionated, and just a kind of a downer. Writing block has set in, and I wish that I had some funny tidbit to share, ANYTHING, but I don’t… other than blogging about blogging.

Last night, my husband the ultimate Minister of Details asked me what I’ve been writing about and “if it was going to get him in trouble…”

Yes, I’ve been writing about some things that have been controversial lately especially here in the Salt Lake Valley, but I assured him that my traffic is way too low and that no one reads This Blog anyway. To take it a step further, I also reminded him that I would never make a judgement about what individuals believe in terms of religion, but that I have a problem with what some organized religions have been up to this election season.

The MOD didn’t seem convinced and I tried my best to convince him that, despite how great he thinks I am, I am not running around in Posh Blog Circles and that the NY Times will not be soliciting me for work anytime soon.

Besides if Mary Matalin and James Caraville can continue to be married to each other and not get each other in trouble at their respective places of business, then he and I should be able to carry on in relative harmony. Right?

Admittedly, I did have a brief moment of wanting to tell him to take his spousal brand of attempted censorship and stick it where the sun don’t shine (if I’m going to use poor grammar & crude language On Purpose, I’m gettin’ it all out on one post)…but of course that would be The Wrong Thing To Do.

So, for all you potential commenters out there…has this ever happened to you? Do you shy away from writing about sensitive topics in fear of being dooced in some fashion?