Right. I’ve had enough and need to have a rant!
The social networking sites are awash with people’s blogs/hobbies/aquisisions. Not a day goes by where I don’t log onto facebook/twitter and am presented with a plethora of various links and posts about my friends and acquaintance’s multitude of achievements. Some are photographers, amateur and professional alike. Some are music writers or book reviewers. Some have business’s they promote or articles they have written. Some are techies and nothing they post makes sense to me. Some only talk work/pets/gaming/drunken nights out/TV. And you know what . . . That’s fine. That’s what they do, it’s what they’re passionate about, and what they want to share with me. It’s also what social networking is all about and anyone and everyone has the right to post what they want. After all, if you don’t like it, don’t read it.
So WHY oh WHY oh WHY is it fair game to have a pop at the Mummy-Blogging community?
This week alone I’ve read 3 comments, both directly and indirectly slagging us off. “Mums!” rants one poor chappie obviously feeling bombarded “Why do you think we’re interested in reading about your babies’ sh**t habits?”
“Stupid-comment bloke” say I “despite the fact I have never written about the contents of my daughters nappy, if I did, it would still be infinitely more interesting than anything you have to say.”
(I have to add also, that in my opinion the quality of writing and passion in some of these blogs exceeds much of that in the professional world by a mile!)
It seems usually that anything goes in the on-line world. It is acceptable to talk endlessly about which over-paid moron kicked a ball into a net and shagged his best mate’s wife. It is of paramount importance who is going to be fired on the next episode of The Apprentice. It is endlessly fascinating to hear how hung over people are, what a great night out they’ve had, or what Kate Middleton is wearing.
But to write about your children???!!! Oh my God SAD SAD SAD!
To create a legacy to pass through the generations? ***snicker, snicker***
To take an interest in the little people who will one day be paying all these idiots pensions? WHATever . . .losers.
Well on behalf of myself and my fellow Mummy Blogging brethren . . . STUFF OFF!
We make no apologies for loving our children and wanting to document our precious journey with them.
Mummy Blogging is not a dirty word, it’s just that those who do it are sometimes made to feel like it is. I even know of some women who simply won’t admit to it. They have a “Lifestyle Blog” or a “Family website” such is the shame they are made to feel by those two little words.
You know what? The internet has plenty of room. If you don’t care – don’t click. Easy. Now give us a break and think on before you slag us off and then post about the latest X Factor evictee.
P.S Contents of nappy this evening was approximately 2 x 1.5 inches in size, on a par in colour to Dulux’s Velvet Truffle and the consistency of any leading brand peanut butter (smooth, not crunchy.)
(Well . . . ya gotta give ’em what they want sometimes!)