Well, it's been a fun weekend, hasn't it?
Thanks so much to all who came to my defense after my scathing review Friday. If I had any hurt feelings in the aftermath of the vicious coal- raking, they have since been replaced with the kind words many of you left as comments. Thanks for having a sister's back.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about the short amount of Bite's review that was actually reviewish. I did, after all, intentionally submit my blog for an outsider's opinion. And so let's address the items that were not tainted by her bitterness.
1. Capitalization (or, my lack thereof): I never realized this was an issue! Is it really annoying? Let's vote and see what the results say.
2. Blog style: Sorry, haters. This ain't changing. Not in this lifetime, at least. First, I'm a dummy when it comes to computers. Posting and the occasional link are about all I can handle. How could I even begin to tackle installing a template? (And don't go suggesting I use one of those ready made blogger ones. Those things are worse to me than a blank white page.) Second, who has the time to sit and search for (let alone create!) those fancy templates? Pleez, if I had that kind of time I'd take a nap!
3. That brings me to the hottest topic which was my bio. My bio, of all things! My bio, the blurb I wrote in about 30 seconds as I took the leap into blog land.
I was stunned to discover that my short description of myself proved to be such an annoyance to so many. I guess, after reading it through their eyes, I can see how it might look like I'm a whiny, spoiled brat, ungrateful for what I have.
But this is the truth.
In my experience it is certainly not "en vogue" to be a mom who lets her shit hang out. On the contrary, I've been frustrated to find that my fellow mothers seem to be in a competition against each other, everyone clamoring to be the most perfect, the most coifed, the thinnest, the perkiest... you get the picture.
Day after day, I wonder what is wrong with me as I drag my rumpled ass to drop my son off at kindergarten and face the fresh, smiling faces of the other mothers as they drive up in their spotless SUV's, their well manicured children in tow. Is no one else exhausted, like me? It is rare and refreshing when I meet another mother who is open about her struggles in a stressed out life and willing to admit that she doesn't have everything together.
That's where I was coming from when I wrote my little blurb. I was just trying to show the other moms who might encounter my blog that it's okay if they're not perfect and to be the (blog) face of someone who really is not. I had no idea my words would be taken any other way.
So, I'm so sorry if I've offended.
I'll consider writing something different. But with the way my life goes, I might not get around to it for a few months or so.