I can understand the pressures of a 24/7 working life. Absolutely. But this article should have made itself more flippant about this subject. To call bloggers the sweat shop workers of the future is not only silly, but it also belittles all those prepubescent workers grinding their health away in third-world countries for first-world corporations.

Stop eating McDonald’s, for god’s sake. Take some time off. Throw back some Prozac. This is the 21st century. These people aren’t dying because they are forced to work long hours by some whip-cracking troglodyte. They are simply the latest group of obsessive-compulsives with a new and better toy with which to manifest their pathological need to avoid intimacy (and probably human interaction in general) through long work hours.

Working from home (and alone from what it sounds like) is hardly the place to claim imminent danger from stress. One guy works from his bedroom. What is pushing him to self-destruction? A wife who spends too much at Saks Fifth Avenue? Most of them don’t even make that much money, so why not spend those many twilight hours of mad typing doing something that could bring more bread home? Like baking.

Maybe its the joy of spreading their opinions around like a virus, commenting on anything and everything while feeling as though they deserve to be heard. Hell, this article refers to them as “growing legions of online chroniclers.” If that’s not an inflation of this job, I don’t know what is. Check out the article by clicking here.

Bah, humbug.