When I first started blogging I always felt out of step with the mommy bloggers. I didn’t fall into that category because my mommy days had faded. The teen years weren’t as bad as what had been predicted, there were no dramatic events to blog about and if I were to attempt blogging under the mommyblogger umbrella I would be writing about my contempt for grocery shopping, laundry and the broken dishwasher. Not very promising mommyblogging material.
I think blogging is shifting. People are tired of the sparkly, flowery, narcissistic blogging practices. Of course now the blogs all seem to lean towards recipes or the travel blogs that describe how the author chucked mainstream employment, sold all their belongings and are now backpacking across south east Asia. If there is bitterness detected it’s only my seething jealousy because of my untapped wanderlust.
I’m not sure how well received a blog about a middle aged woman’s discontent with her menopot, frustration with an aged dog who picks the moment you are enjoying a glass of wine to sit down beside you and emit the most noxious, foul smelling gas. The sharing of mundane things like my internal struggle to let my hair go grey, knowing I would be sporting an awesome skunk stripe down the middle of my head for at least 6 months. Blogging about my ongoing quest to find a hairdresser, my excellent skill at knowing just how long I can drive the car with the fuel light lit before I have to get gas or find myself stranded. My obsession with calorie counts. My very large wine glass, or how I posted a picture of a wood chipper on the chalkboard in my kitchen as a reminder that I am saving for a wood chipper to dispose of the bodies. No, these scenarios are definitely not good blog fodder.
Good thing I’m blogging in the wind.