Upcoming in the work place: feelings about diaries written for public consumption. The private made public. But as I flip through them, the one feeling I have, overweeningly, is: so what? I could care less about someone else’s diary. However, it’s not fair to the writer. I’m not open right now and I know it. I could care less about someone else’s I when my I feels rife with meaning and history right now. It sucks, too, because it’s so easy to write off the diary as mere women’s words.