There’s been a bit of hype across blogland lately. Another forum thread which devalues and pulls down mummy bloggers has appeared on a very popular parenting website. I haven’t read it. You see, I don’t need to. I know what it will say. I know because *runs for cover and whispers… I was a mummy blogger hater! Please don’t lynch me! Hypothetically speaking of course, but I don’t need to say that if you’re a blogger do I. You get what I mean.
Let’s clear things up
I want to quickly clear up any horrified thoughts you may have because this post isn’t about “oh my gawds!!!” I just want to tell you why I’ve been a bit quiet in the old “defend ye blog kingdom” scheme of things. It’s not that I agree with those thoughtless hater threads but rather that I may just understand where their confusion (?) may have misled them. Sort of.
I was a mummy blogger hater
Hater is much too strong a word for me really, I guess the best way of putting it was that I was shocked by the mummy blogs I came across. They made me shout “what?!” and a good deal of “why would anyone say that, think that, show that!” I have never hated on a blogger directly in terms of leaving them a nasty comment or adding to a grimy thread. But back then I didn’t like them. Didn’t get them. And didn’t want to see them.
All the whys?
Before Little Button came along the blogs that tended to pop up the most were the humorous super-blogger ones. Posts that attracted likes by the zillion in Facebook, cluttering up feeds whether you liked it or not. But childfree I didn’t get what was funny about mum’s downing vats of alcohol and hiding from their children. I didn’t get why “the little sh*ts won’t sleep” type posts implored mass comments from strangers, whom, as it happened, agreed that their little sh*ts do the same thing. And then there were the downright weird blogs that surfaced every now and again which were about as useful as a chocolate teapot. Detailing an average day, every blinking flip flopping day.
Nope, nope, nope. I just didn’t get it.
A change of heart
But then I became pregnant, and as you do (?) I asked Google if it was normal to take a billion pregnancy tests. Google politely replied with a dozen mummy blogs who all told me yes it was, and who revealed their own experiences with this funny saga. Thank you mummy bloggers for making me feel normal. When all I could eat was *coughs Mac Donald’s ketchup, there were yet more mummy bloggers queued up in Google waiting to tell me their weird pregnancy eating habits and assure me that it wouldn’t last forever. The list of questions I could ask was endless, and none of these mummy bloggers judged.
And so right there I found a new level of understanding and respect for mummy bloggers… and daddy bloggers *because they are a ‘thing’ you know. They became my information source, my ideas bank, my giggle place when things were going terribly wrong and only they would get it. And then, one day, feeling brave and knowing I had something to contribute; I became a mummy blogger myself. And as they say, the rest is history!
Why I won’t hate on the haters
You won’t see me hating on the haters. They do make me feel uncomfortable. But I get it. *cover your eyes if you’re sensitive to the whole issue please for the next bit.
I get it because people like to put labels on things. Especially things they don’t understand. And let’s face it (because we must), whilst everyone’s opinions are valid and matter, all mummy (and daddy) bloggers are not equal. There are the super bloggers, the mid-level bloggers on the verge of greatness, the bloggers everyone wants to be, the bloggers everyone wants to be friends with, and I guess everyone else at varying levels. But lurking out there are also the give-it –a-try parenting bloggers, blog for ye self bloggers, and the graveyard blogs who may have seen better days.
If you’ve stumbled across a mummy bloggers post unintentionally, let’s say in Facebook because that seems to be the place where it all happens, it’s hit and miss what you may come across. A one-off sensational blog post intending to provoke as many people as possible or a crappy ‘today I went to the shops’ one isn’t showing you the bigger picture. But it can leave a lasting (bad) impression, can’t it.
*You can open your eyes now!
So, if you’re reading this and you are not a blogger, please don’t’ be too quick to pin the label on and go all mummy blogger hater on us. There are thousands upon thousands of mummy bloggers out there. The one sh*tty post you have found isn’t what we are all about.
And if you’re a blogger? Well, there’s only one thing I can say. Blog on, because you rock!