Yesterday, I saw the movie, Julie and Julia, wherein a blog makes an otherwise “lost” woman notorious and found. When I got home, a comment made by Julie’s husband replayed in my mind. It was regarding the “self-centered-ness of having a blog”— of having everything revolve around Me, me, Me.

Now, Julie got into the blogging as an outlet and had not anticipated the attention and offers she would get once it received press. However, I wonder: do we all have to do something like this, utilizing the influences of new media, webcams, etc. to promote ourselves because this is the way it is now? To have that sort of Web Arrogance?

AMC is having an Online Video Contest for a walk-on role on “Mad Men”. To me, this concept is infuriating; yet, I am considering entering, because, why not? If I can, why shouldn’t I?

You see, every day the gods (or demons) of self-creation hound me: Create an Act (Mermaid, what’s your schtick- why should they watch You? Blog Better. Hey, would your already-existing column gain more attention if you Twittered? Webcam. Pay for a website that tells people everything. Design is everything. People won’t look if it isn’t catchy. Maybe get into Burlesque—it’s back– and, invite, invite, invite. This is a do-it-yourself world. Remember the candid mobile pics you took at the Port Authority the other day? That would make a hilarious art exhibit. Somewhere. Anyone can be a photographer now. What do you have to say, anyway, Mermaid? What can you do in a minute? Scratch that, can you wow me in 30 seconds? “So, you think you can…” (fill in the blank).

And then, I wonder to myself: is this Art, or is this being an Attention Whore? Art, like Love, is Patient. Yes, in all of these options that exist thanks to the Internet, maybe you will find moments of talent and art, but I somehow feel the whole route is skewed. Now, we live in a world of Posts and Comments.

Last year, I dated this guitarist. It was quite rocky. One night, when I was out of town, performing in a live theater play, and we hadn’t been talking, only sporadically emailing, he sent me a YouTube link via email, the subject line reading: “Let me know what you think… ; - )”

I hoped the serenade was dedicated to Mermaid, or was maybe even an apology for being an emotional pussy. I should have known better than to think so highly. Instead, it was a webcam-made video with the caption “Just home one cold winter night making funny faces and playing the guitar,” and it was sent to many people. So he was sitting alone at home and trying to showcase himself. I was annoyed, but I was envious because he had the kind of “arrogance” I am talking about.

I always thought that, as an artist, you don’t have to tell everybody what you are doing all the time when it comes to creativity. We are allowed to keep things private. So I wonder if we are all just seduced by the Online Option. At the same time, though, we need to make an effort to get out there. Sadly, it seems Online has replaced actually leaving your home.

I was sent the link to a Blog of a woman who wrote about how she had a dream about colored cookies, so she got up and baked them for breakfast and took photos of the pastel arrangement, frosting and all, on the baking sheet and put them up on her art-deco-esque blog. My mom did that with me in 1988, but we didn’t put it on a blog.

Another guy I knew had a Blog about collecting ties. Sometimes I walk around wondering if these little things people are now show-casing, used to be things creative people just did for themselves and maybe showed their friends.

I just wonder if all this instant-me-time actually takes longer overall in getting you where you want to go because it is like sending it into the big void of the Internet.

But nevertheless, that doesn’t prevent me from doing a little experiment…

For a while, I have been resisting this Online Exposure Movement, but, I have some down time right now, so, the other day, I created a YouTube page, dusted off a sorta crappy webcam I found in my house and plugged in a $12 microphone I purchased at K-Mart. After few days and numerous attempts to synch up the mic with the cam and volume of my PC, I felt technologically empowered. I was rolling, and I recorded myself doing a few monologues and uploaded a scene from The Apartment that I did for a film friend last year.

So now you can check me out; all you gotta do is click!