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There were two questions on Activity 8.9.1 for the TU120 course with the Open University, where I wrote as was part of the course assignment in my personal statement about “…such is the loose, immoral medium of blogging…” and that I thus felt relevant to post an extract here on my blog so to clarify further:

No. 2.  Would you or do you impose any self-censorship on your blog entries? And I answered: I will not write about tutors by mentioning their name (past or present) whatever the circumstances, nor will I mention by name any other Open University student (past or present) whatever the situation.

No. 5. What are the implications of uploading anything and everything into the public web?  And I answered: “…You don’t know how this information could be used or by whom, as nothing is then sacred, not even to you. Thus there’s an immorality to blogs, that’s inappropriate, and improper; as entries maybe made just merely to shock, hurt, impugn and draw attention, for lack of any other rational reason of interest…”  (posted to the forum on 21 Oct 08 at 15.05)

The feedback from the tutor, to my remarks was, they’d said “…A very cautious, and I think respectful approach. [..] who had a character in [one of their] children’s stories “Mrs Do-as-you-would-be-done-by”? I certainly think when writing about others you need to consider how you would feel if they wrote about you…” (posted on the forum 15.11.08 at 12.27 GMT)

My Reply was to this feedback on the same day was :—

There comes a time (instead of once upon a time)…

Full text weblink: Water Babies by Charles Kingsley 

“…Poor old Mrs. Be-done-by-as-you-did! she has a great deal of hard work before her, [….] And Tom smiled in her face, she looked so pleasant for the moment. And the strange fairy smiled too, and said: “Yes. You thought me very ugly just now, did you not?” Tom hung down his head, and got very red about the ears. 

“And I am very ugly.  I am the ugliest fairy in the world; and I shall be, till people behave themselves as they ought to do.  And then I shall grow as handsome as my sister, who is the loveliest fairy in the world; and her name is Mrs. Do-as-you-would-be-done-by. So she begins where I end, and I begin where she ends; and those who will not listen to her must listen to me, as you will see […] and now do you be a good boy, and do as you would be done by, which they did not; and then, when my sister, Madame Doasyouwouldbedoneby, comes on Sunday, perhaps she will take notice of you, and teach you how to behave.  She understands that better than I do.”  And so she went. 

Water Babies

And when Sunday morning came, sure enough, MRS. DOASYOUWOULDBEDONEBY came too.  Whereat all the little children began dancing and clapping their hands, and Tom danced too with all his might. And as for the pretty lady, I cannot tell you what the colour of her hair was, or, of her eyes:  no more could Tom; for, when any one looks at her, all they can think of is, that she has the sweetest, kindest, tenderest, funniest, merriest face they ever saw, or want to see.  But Tom saw that she was a very tall woman, as tall as her sister:  but instead of being gnarly and horny, and scaly, and prickly, like her, she was the most nice, soft, fat, smooth, pussy, cuddly, delicious creature who ever nursed a baby; and she understood babies thoroughly, for she had plenty of her own, whole rows and regiments of them, and has to this day. 

And all her delight was, whenever she had a spare moment, to play with babies, in which she showed herself a woman of sense; for babies are the best company, and the pleasantest playfellows, in the world; at least, so all the wise people in the world think.  And therefore when the children saw her, they naturally all caught hold of her, and pulled her till she sat down on a stone, and climbed into her lap, and clung round her neck, and caught hold of her hands; and then they all put their thumbs into their mouths, and began cuddling and purring like so many kittens, as they ought to have done.  While those who could get nowhere else sat down on the sand, and cuddled her feet–for no one, you know, wear shoes in the water, except horrid old bathing-women, who are afraid of the water-babies pinching their horny toes.  And Tom stood staring at them; for he could not understand what it was all about….”


Thus nothing should be taken as a given, or for granted, even for modern day bloggers.



The Water-Babies, A Fairy Tale for a Land Baby, is a children’s novel by the Reverend Charles Kingsley.

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