The more I read Dana's blog, the more I totally love her --- you know what I mean. Her blog was the first I started to read daily. It's been so cool to watch her adorable children grow and, being that I LOVE St. Louis, I love her stories about life in the 'Lou. But really, she's a gifted writer and she defends her viewpoints in ways that I can only do with six subsequent pages of citations.
The post she wrote for today is about a NY Times piece covering BlogHer, which was found in the Style section. Nice, right? I've read several responses to the Times piece, and Dana's seems to be the most global - attempting to read the piece from the eyes of the critics, as well as those who think all women who write "mommyblogs" are incredibly boring, brainless chits.
So, this got me thinking: I'm totally one of those "bloggers" (I like to think of myself as someone who happens to have a blog) who gives the "mommybloggers" a bad name. I post way too many pictures of my husband and my baby. Before Nathan came around, I posted way (WAY) too many pictures of my cats (and gave crazy cat ladies a bad name). But you know what? I don't blog for them. As of late, I barely blog at all. Regardless, I started blogging to keep friends - and the few family members I don't bad mouth - up to date with my wedding plans, then my pregnancy, and now my family. I think that's a perfectly valid reason to post fluff, pictures, and snippets. I'm totally fine with this. I know my writings - my real writings - are the items I produce at work and articles and chapters I write for my dissertation. Neither are obligated reading for anyone. (I guess my Committee will be ... but that would require me to get back on the D-train, right?)
I feel so grateful that blogging has introduced me to some wonderful people, especially those I've met in person. I enjoy the little windows into their lives and giving virtual hugs to celebrate or commiserate.
So bloggers - not writers who have blogs, I appreciate you more than you know - but those of you who have blogs and post silly little things like I do: It's OK. With all of the sad news, the bad news, the mean people, the serious writings in the world, it's so nice to read a sweet little story about a baby and share a giggle. Embrace it. F[orget] the naysayers; they don't mean a thing.