The War Against Mom Bloggers

Today I was directed to another post attacking a mom blogger for blogging about her personal issues. It had all of the usual components : criticizing her for opening up about her problems and saying she is an attention whore, calling those other moms who leave supportive comments for her sycophants, indicating that she is a danger to her family, and then a whole slew of comments where this blogger’s friends give her the “you go girl” treatment, followed by a catfight and more generalized insults against mom bloggers when others try to defend the original mom blogger. In other words: same old, same old.

While the original post certainly wasn’t called for (and I disagree with the blogger’s method of insulting the mom blogger for not getting help when that mom blogger has already set up an appt. to get help), I especially got annoyed by the comments attacking mom bloggers in general. Why are we, as a group, so often the subject of ridicule, mocking, and hate? As a group, we get the least amount of respect as bloggers, and are the most likely to be accused of being indulgent attention whores.

First, let’s be honest: ALL bloggers are attention whores. If you weren’t, you’d either be writing in a little paper diary at home or, for those who can’t resist the “Which Desperate Housewife Are You?” online quizzes, a locked, friends-only LiveJournal. So I think the issue of being an attention whore is a non-issue in this argument.

But why do mom bloggers get so much hate? Is it because we’re the ones marketers and advertisers are now throwing money at, seeing that mom bloggers are becoming such a large community and moms often control the family finances? Or is it the typical societal response that moms are not valued for what they do as moms, considered to have nothing to say now that our brains have turned to mush from having children, and so others see no reason we should be talking about the struggles and difficulties of being a mom?

After all, we chose to be moms, right? We’re not allowed to vent about how hard it can be sometimes, because we chose to have children. We should instead shut up, change the baby’s diaper, get back into our kitchens making dinner and stop complaining. Not to mention, if we happen to do something that is very un-mom-like, such as swearing, we’re told things like, “Do you kiss your kids with that mouth?” So once we become moms we have to renounce everything about ourselves aside from our ability to read bedtime stories and fill sippy cups? (And remember, moms, we’re not allowed to drink, either.) The worst part: this is often coming from other female bloggers who often would identify as feminists. Way to set back the movement, ladies.

Of course, with that line of thinking, no one should complain about their job, their love life, their living situation, their weight, or nearly anything else. After all, you made the choice to have that job, relationship, neighborhood, whatever, right? So no one can complain about anything. Well, there goes the entire concept of blogging.

You can see this lack of respect reflected in comments when people accuse us of neglecting our children to blog (not feeding them, letting them run rampant, etc.) or point out that they can get traffic without needing to be members of mom blogging communities. The first is just ignorant, the second shows a lack of understanding of the different reasons people blog (beyond seeking attention, which we know all bloggers want).

I don’t even need to dignify the first with a response defending when I blog. My daughter gets plenty of attention, and she has never been in an unsupervised situation in our home, so when I blog doesn’t matter. Not to mention, it is often assumed that all mom bloggers are stay-at-home moms. There are plenty of working women who can also work blogging into their schedules. How do we have time for family with work and blogging? We’re magic – are you jealous? I can stop time like the guy on Heroes. (In other words, we are mighty resourceful and make it work.) We’re also accused of having too much time on our hands to be online. So which is it? Do we have too much time available, or are we committing crimes of neglect in order to blog?

As for moms forming online communities – why is this such a threatening thing to others? God forbid the internet be used for anything other than making snarky posts about people. (For the record, I agree that the mom blogger in question needs help, but I know she is also actively seeking out help. It was the insulting way the post was written, and how the poster clearly wasn’t reading anything said, that I had issue with.) Again, moms aren’t supposed to complain about our position and the daily struggles we go through. We’re supposed to read our Dr. Spock books and we’re expected to somehow know how to raise our kids. What kind of crazy thinking is this?

Motherhood is an isolating experience as well as a bonding experience. When you become a mom, you’re automatically inducted into the motherhood club, and you’ll notice right away the knowing smiles other moms give you, and find you can usually strike up a conversation with any other mom when out. But as part of your induction, you’re given no instruction manual on how to be a mom, and you find yourself wondering if you’re doing it right. Of course, it’s hard to ask for help, because society thinks parenting is the easiest, least-valued experience a person can deal with, and so we watch other moms and compare ourselves to them, wondering if they’ve got it under control or if they’re just pretending as well. We’re scared to out ourselves as a pretender and admit we really have no idea what we’re doing.

Blogging helps deal with this isolation. In a community of semi-anonymity, moms can express their fears, frustrations, an concerns, and in return often find other moms sharing similar stories to let them know they’re not alone. Knowing you’re not the only person dealing with a toddler who won’t nap, or a baby who won’t stop crying, can be all the difference between getting through another day or having a mental breakdown from the oppressive feeling of failure.

At work, I get regular job performance reviews to know how I’m doing, including praise for what what I’ve done well. As a mom, I rarely get praise for what I do, and there are few ways to measure my job. But in our society, there are plenty of people ready to point the finger of blame and attack me for any negative trait seen in my child (not just limited to sanctimommies). I won’t know how I really did until Cordy’s older, so until then I must spend every day worrying if I’m screwing her up or really preparing her for life. The community found through mom blogs provides a little more reassurance that most of us are all trying to do the best we can. Sure, there are plenty of *hugs* and other sappy sentiments given out, but look deeper and you can find a lot of useful advice, too.

Of course, because we have this community, we’re branded as an unthinking herd whenever someone attacks one of us and others choose to defend the person. If we dare to speak up, we’re labeled bitches and sycophants. Yet the attackers don’t see their own little circles of friends in the same light. They consider themselves better than the mom bloggers, so clearly their “moral high ground” exempts their nasty comments from being considered bitchy.

I didn’t leave a comment at this person’s blog, because I saw no point. She is already set in her opinion of mom bloggers as a group, so anything I addressed to her would simply be speaking to a brick wall, and I see no point in getting involved in a pointless, hateful flame war. But I do find it sad to see someone choose to write something inflammatory about another person right when that person is at their lowest point and clearly asking for help. There are ways to address the situation that don’t involve insulting the person, but also don’t involve the *hugs* and sugary-sweet comments, too. And just because friends of hers choose to disagree is no reason to then jump to insulting mom bloggers as a whole.

I’m curious as to why mom bloggers as a whole are subject to so much hate? Clearly not all mom bloggers are the same – some stay home, some work, some are married, some are single moms, some talk about poop, others don’t, some write only about their children, and some write to work out their identities as a mother as well as a woman, wife, worker, etc.

We’re as diverse a group as any other collection of bloggers, with various levels of education, different views on child rearing, and living in many different situations. The one thing we have in common is the difficult job of being mothers and our desire to share that experience with others, possibly in the hopes of finding others to commiserate with. Why is that one common thread something that others feel so threatened by and choose to attack so often?



Bottled Up No Longer!

Did you ever have something you really wanted to tell all your friends, but you were sworn to secrecy even though you’re horrible at keeping secrets? That is exactly what I have been going through the past three months. But I can finally let the cat out of the bag, spill the beans, and unzip my lips as of today!

I’ve been cheating on this blog with another blog. The other blog is fancier with a big corporate backing to it, with a lot of flash and pizazz, so it’s easy to see how I was lured in. It all started with an e-mail out of the blue, asking me to submit writing samples to join the team. Soon I was signing non-disclosure forms and submitting all sorts of paperwork to a fax number in California, wondering if this was legit or if I was falling prey to some very elaborate Nigerian blog scam. Thankfully, it was legit.

And finally, later this week, you’ll be able to see the end results when the new website goes live on March 15. I’m one of the bloggers with the new Family.com. You know, that little website owned and run by The Mouse. I now work for The Mouse, and it is pretty friggin’ cool. You can see a preview of what the site will be like in this news article.

The site is very different for Disney. They generally have a lot of control over everything they publish, and with Family.com, they’re giving a lot more control to the community. Community members will have an active role in shaping the site: bloggers are writing their own takes on a variety of subjects, and the average visitor will be able to comment and rank articles and submit their own articles for the site as well. Right now, only the contributors have access to the site, but it’s already starting to feel comfy and cozy there.

It’s probably no surprise that I’m blogging in the Parenting section of the site. My new blog is called Cirque du Mommy. And before you get the chance to see the site, I’d just like to add: no, I didn’t pick my silly username, and please have some forgiveness on the picture. I’m pretty sure somewhere in my contract is the promise that I get to submit a new headshot once I’m no longer pregnant and puffy. But other than those two things, the site looks really spiffy.

And have no fears that I will be abandoning this little blog. My Disney blog is just one more piece of myself, and there is plenty of room in my heart for multiple blogs. Besides, since it is a family site, no swearing is allowed, and there are some topics I probably shouldn’t discuss over at the other site. I doubt my editors would enjoy reading about my killer hemorrhoid or my 90’s bangs. OK, they might enjoy reading those, but it’s probably not the content they’re really looking for.

So go check it out on March 15, when the beta site goes live to the public, and let me know what you think. Maybe even leave me a comment on my new blog, or check out some of the other bloggers there as well. Many of them are seasoned bloggers, and some you may have seen around the mommy/daddy blog circuit.



Tales From The Backside

There are many firsts we look forward to in our lives: our first day of school, first kiss, first real-paying job, etc.

First hemorrhoid? Not exactly something to cheer about.

(It gets far worse from here on in, folks. Not Katie Couric “look-at-my-colon” detailed, but still more than some want to know. You’ve been warned.)

Thanks to a combination of pregnancy, a sedentary job, and a minor stomach bug, I developed my very own first hemorrhoid this weekend. How I managed to escape one of these with my first pregnancy, I have no idea. Though I had a c-section with Cordy, I now have a preview of what it will feel like post-birth if I am successful with my VBAC. And I’m scared.

The pain started after the stomach bug on Thursday. By Friday evening, walking and sitting were becoming difficult. Naturally, fate had to pick this weekend to do this to me: Aaron left mid-day Friday for a stage combat workshop, leaving me a single parent all weekend.

I knew something was wrong back there, but I figured it was something that would just go away. Everything I’ve read said that hemorrhoids were common late in pregnancy, and are nothing major. Stopping by the store, I bought some Tucks pads, figuring they would get rid of this little discomfort quickly.

By Saturday, though, the pain was something I couldn’t ignore. I felt like such a wimp – hemorrhoids are supposed to be a little uncomfortable, but nothing to cry over. I was supposed to get together with my friend L, but I doubted I could handle going out for long.

I tried to talk around the issue when I called L, thinking up several reasons why I couldn’t get together, before I finally fessed up to what was going on and told her the entire embarrassing story.

First sign of being in real pain: telling a friend about your backside troubles. A true friend won’t think you’re insane when telling her about your ‘roid. She understood, and agreed that I should not be in so much pain. I decided that maybe I wasn’t such a wuss, and went to an urgent care while L watched Cordy.

Second sign of being in real pain: willing to deal with the embarrassment of letting strangers examine your ass. I was expecting to be laughed out of the office by the doctor, but it turns out coming to the urgent care office was exactly what I needed to do.

Of course, I couldn’t just develop a small one for my first. No, that would be too easy. If we’re going to do something, let’s go all the way, right? According to WebMD, there are four types of hemorrhoids, each more severe than the next. For my first, I went straight to a fourth degree: thrombosed hemorrhoid. You can read the full details at that link, but the summary is it has a blood clot in it, is extremely painful, and in most cases requires medical assistance.

It was then I got to experience the other new pain of having two shots of lidocaine in that delicate area to numb it. At least I got to practice my labor breathing and try visualizing a happy place. You can bet that happy place didn’t involve a doctor staring at my naked butt while putting a needle into it.

After the shots, the pain was gone for awhile, and the entire procedure of removing the clot took less than five minutes. He then put a bandage over it, gave me a prescription for some ointment to help it heal, and sent me on my way.

It took three pharmacies to find one that had the ointment in stock. By that point, the lidocaine had worn off, and walking was damn near impossible. At the third, they told me they didn’t have the generic in stock, so I would have to either pay full price for the name brand or they could call around and find another pharmacy that might have it.

Third sign you’re in real pain: you pay way too much money for a tube of prescription hemorrhoid ointment because you can’t bear the thought of having to go to another pharmacy. At that point I just wanted to get home and lay on the couch.

I arrived home to find Cordy was asleep. L quickly gathered up her son and left me to take a nap also. I was so worn out from the experience, I fell asleep quickly. The doctor had made it sound like I would be pain-free right away, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Today I’m still hurting, but I hope it is getting better. Cordy has been hyperactive all weekend, making it difficult to rest. I’ve at least reached the point where I don’t care about sharing this very personal story with anyone, since I’m telling the entire internet at the moment. If anything, it serves as a lesson to other pregnant women: eat your fiber, drink your water, and stay healthy. Save the real pain for labor and the hemorrhoids you might get from labor, not some stupid pregnancy hemorrhoid before the real fun begins.



Ninja Toddler

Remember how Cordy climbed out of her pack n play at her babysitter’s on Tuesday? Well, her stealth ninja tactics continue.

Last night I put her in her crib for bed. I remember this clearly. She settled down quickly and went to sleep. We didn’t hear a sound from her until this morning, when we heard her normal routine of chatting to her stuffed animals.

Aaron opened the door to her room to get her out of her crib, but instead Cordy met him at the door, saying, “Hi, daddy!” I was in our bedroom at the time, but I could hear the surprise in his voice as he said “Uh… hi Cordy!”

There was no thump. There were no cries. She somehow climbed out of her crib without making a sound. By the time she’s 16, she’ll be a pro at sneaking out of the house at night. We always expected her to be a pirate, but apparently she’s heading down the ninja track instead.

So the crib will likely be coming down in the next week, and we’ll be forcing her to sleep in her toddler bed. If she can climb out of the crib, she doesn’t need it. I only hope she won’t learn to open doors anytime soon, although I’m sure it’s coming.

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In other news, I saw that Mayberry Mom has been into the Girl Scout cookies. I love this time of year – why can’t they sell these cookies year round?

I’ve tracked down a few boxes of Thin Mints around here, which I have been hoarding and eating away from Cordy. (Sorry kid, mommy doesn’t share her Thin Mints.) But what I really want are the Lemonades. I’ve asked three different troops here in Columbus, and all three told me they didn’t get any Lemonades, because they’re discontinued. Clearly they’re not, though, since you can clearly see an empty box on Mayberry Mom’s table.

Does anyone else have access to Lemonades? Surely someone knows a Girl Scout or is a troop leader out there? Help a pregnant woman satisfy this insane craving and tell me how I can get some of these cookies!

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Finally, check out my review on CleanWell hand sanitizers over at my reviews blog. If you want something that is non-toxic and won’t leak all over your purse like those goopy alcohol-based hand gels, this all natural option might be a good choice for you. Bonus: your kids will love it because it’ll make them think of pizza.



Four Years

And he said: “Don’t you know I love you oh, so much,
and lay my heart at the foot of your dress.”
And she said: “Don’t you know that storybook loves,
Always have a happy ending.”

Then he swooped her up just like in the books
And on his stallion the rode away.

My love is like a storybook story,
But its as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story,
But its as real as the feelings I feel.

– Storybook Love, Willy DeVille
The Princess Bride soundtrack

Happy anniversary, Aaron. The past four years have brought about as much change as two people can handle, but while changes come and go, you’re still the one I want with me through it all.

Here’s to many more years together as we strive towards our own happy ending.