Nuts, my husband is still a newbie.  In spite of having multiple advanced degrees and a senior management position, he’s sometimes proves himself to be a little light in the boots about, well, office politics, game theory and the internet.

While chatting over dinner last night (with the new group president/boss and other counterparts from other divisions and their spouses), the boss asks about my hobbies.  I ‘fess up, tell him I’m keeping a blog and explain blogging in general.  I figured it’s the truth and that my hubby might already have mentioned it.

Dear hubby decides at this point to interject and blurt out the name of my blog.  Dang.

There is something about being able to have a dialogue with strangers, who by reason of being regular blog readers and bloggers themselves, understand the terms of complicity of the blogosphere.  Bloggers and blog readers know that emotion runs high, that we’re freer to say things in blog that we might not otherwise say out loud in certain company, that the blog is a mirror of a portion of one’s life and not in actuality one’s life itself.

But hubby dear doesn’t understand blogs, doesn’t think ahead here and take into consideration that in giving anyone the name of my blog, he’s given them access to what thought I have about his company, his politics, about him.  Nor has he thought out what exactly I might be saying about us together, nor has he thought at all that others might assume (quite incorrectly) he’s like me.  Silly, silly boy, so incredibly naïve at times.  Smart, pragmatic, but still naïve.  Or exceptionally trusting of me or the people with whom he works.

Unlike me, who is a cynic par excellence.

Although I do passionately wish the world was a much different place, I am incredibly skeptical about the capacity for understanding, for goodness.  For this reason I don’t believe that everyone is capable of evaluating an individual on their own merits, their own actions, without coloring their opinion based on associations.  And I don’t want him to be judged (albeit improperly) by my comments.

Having said that, I’m paring down some of my comments from yesterday – sorry if you missed them, hope you’ll understand my position.  You can infer from the comments left behind what was said.

It was bad enough last night that I had a lengthy political discussion over dinner with the boss and one of hubby’s counterparts.  I was NOT a good corporate spouse, couldn’t sit on my hands and nod my head all night like a toy dog in the car’s back window.  (Ugh, I can’t even stop myself now.)  Naughty, naughty, slap my hands and hush my mouth.  ‘Nuff said.

(Note to self: Hmm, might have to start watching the job openings for him now…next time, don’t take that second glass of wine…)

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