In the most recent issue of Somebody Else's Business, we were treated to a wonderfully whacked letter from a recent mother who was aghast at her husband for looking at porn.  The horror!

"I'm shocked, disgusted, and feel betrayed. I'm up with the baby all night, and he's having a party downstairs."

When I first read this, I assumed that she was upstairs with the baby, while her husband was downstairs at the computer.  Astute OC reader Greg writes:

"So is [the] computer on the ground floor, or is "having a party downstairs" a euphemism?"

Well, if it wasn't a euphemism before, it is now.  From now on, you aren't looking at porn on the computer.  You're having a party downstairs!

But is looking at pornography the only thing we do on the computer's that we are ashamed of?  A problem has cropped up recently.  And that problem is blog shame.

Much of the subject matter for this website is recounting the occasionally amusing or interesting things that happen in my life.  But now, whenever something potentially blog worthy happens, The Suze has taken to exclaiming in a loud voice: "You should blog about this!"

Ugh.  Okay, yes, I have a blog.  But does she have to tell everyone? I feel like she just announced to the room that I need to go apply hemorrhoid medicine.  I prefer to blog in the privacy of my own home, when nobody is around.  I take a few minutes on the computer, do what I need to do, and then get on with my life.  Which are also the ideal computer porn watching conditions. 

So from now on:

Watching porn on the computer? You're having a party downstairs.
Blogging? That's a party upstairs.