A couple of weeks ago Husband said that it would be cool if I had a food-only blog like a friend-of-a-friend does. I shrugged. "I don't want to play the game," I said.
You know the game. It is being played and there are conventions and coffee shops full of players.
Oh, I flirted with the game last year. I was finally ready to break free of my self-imposed social exile and network. I did some things, went to some stuff, and met some people. The people were cool. But there was this pervasive feeling of validation-grabbing that was completely off-putting. So I stepped back. I looked closer at the game. The game was filled with corporate shills, mommybloggers looking for a handout, desperate acts of attention-seeking, and selling of souls and dignity.
I ran the fuck away.
Thankfully I found a different social group.
When I was around other local bloggers one thing stood out: me. I am not like these people. I may be the same age as some of these folks, but I felt like a black dude in China. Them: put together, eloquent, coiffed, made up, handbag carrying, social, seemingly mature adults. Me: old band t-shirt, thrown-together hair, awkward. Them: chatting about the latest romcom/TV show/stock portfolio/corporate sponsorship. Me: "I LIEK TURTLES."
I'm pretty sure I should feel like an adult, what with the child and mortgage and career and such. But the truth is that I want to sit around the house in my underwear and play Minecraft while drinking beer, listening to punk rock and old anime soundtracks, and eating Snickers ice cream bars.
I told my husband that I write this blog for me. It is my outlet. If anyone comes along and reads it, well hell, that's awesome. If someone wanted to meet up for coffee or needed a hand with something, I'm there. But if not I'll still be here playing my own game.
Miscellaneous crap pertaining to the in-between life of an in-between girl called PikaPikaChick.
3 comments:
Oh I am not coiffed or elegant in any sense, but I have made friends there. But I still blog for me, with no ads or deals or sponserships. It works for me. No game, just community.
I'm with ya, sister. I do it for fun and to work through shit in my head. It's cool to have a lot of hits occasionally (kinda weird, actually) but I like playing to my base 4-6 readers.
I will only play the game if it means I'll get to work from home in my pjs. Coiffed and elegent? Pfft. No. Not in this lifetime, at any rate. I'm lucky when my shoes and socks match.
I have 2 kids, a mortgage, a sorta-mommyblog, and a 40th birthday on the horizon, but I would rather die than allow some Nordstrom salesperson exchange my ratty Chuck Taylors for "appropriate footwear." Let's be blog sisters. Or blog best friends. Or at least blog chums.
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