People get annoyed by the strangest things. I get annoyed by the strangest things but there are some things that, if you don’t like them, you just don’t interact with them. They’re not forced on you. This is why I don’t watch Top Gear, listen to Radio 1 or read fantasy fiction novels. I’ve chosen to avoid things that will irritate me.
But apparently there’s been a backlash against parent bloggers. Or really mummy bloggers (because there aren’t as many dad blogs). So not everyone is as high minded as I. *snorts* Because mummy bloggers are out there all the time aren’t we? Shoving our blogs in your face, making you read them. What a nightmare.
Apparently it’s partly because we’re letting the feminist side down. Talking about the domestic sphere is reductive. Clearly if I’m going to blog then my thoughts need to be singularly thrilling and original and beyond the spheres of home or work or ranting about politics. And partly because there’s nothing new under the sun, so why are we bothering?
Well here’s the thing. First up, you don’t have to read it. I’m not actually blogging to get a massive audience. I know you’re supposed to do all kinds of things to gain a massive readership and boost your SEO and all that but I can’t be bothered. I blog to make sense of my life. When I was a teenager I kept a diary. This is my mid life crisis diary. And it may not be new but it’s new stuff to me so I want to get a handle on it.
But more importantly than that, I blog to keep in touch with and get advice from friends who I don’t see often. I don’t necessarily want loads of followers. In terms of isolation I’m up there with the worst. Sitting here now, I have one friend I see regularly in the city and she doesn’t have children. Which I find refreshing as we can discuss other things. Another friend I see once a week at choir for a while. But schoolfriends I keep in touch with live miles away, my family are miles away and friends who used to live round here have moved. I’m too old to make new friends. I talk to people at playgroups and the library but it’s not the same. So my blog is my kitchen table. Come round for a chinwag and a cup of tea.
For example, the last post I put up was about my worries for E being an only child. (By the way, I got teased AGAIN about that at playgroup this week. “You’ll change your mind,” I was told for the umpteenth time. Why can’t people just take me at my word? Grrr…) Two friends who live yonder posted up really helpful and encouraging comments on my Facebook page afterwards. It was just what I needed and the equivalent of a friendly hug. Thanks Bec and Hayley.
So there you go. If you are the kind of person who get annoyed by the idea of mummy bloggers then don’t read me. But to those of you who do, and especially those who comment, I just wanted to say thanks. xx