I was super excited recently because I decided it was time for me to take down mommy blogging. Then someone beat me to it. With like, a bajillion words more than the seven hundred I probably would have dedicated to the subject. Seriously, it was like the blog equivalent to War and Peace.
Mommy blogging has provided me with an existential crisis. Unsure of what I am in the big blogosphere, I must go on a vision quest to find my true identity.
Am I *gasp* a mommy blogger?
Outward appearance would say no. I am a dad. I have this penis, making me giggle like a twelve year old for using the word penis. But, I pal around with the mommy babble crew.
Are there dad bloggers? Yes, there are. Yet, I feel I identify more so with the mommies than dads.
I will pause briefly for you to insert as many trans- jokes you can. Extra five points for a joke about Target bathrooms AND trans.
I will also briefly pause for those who feel I crossed a line. I guess you don’t read much of me.
I identify with and hang out with the mommy crew. For most of my bloggy career, I have been supported almost a hundred percent by women. During the time I was and participated in a group of dad bloggers, I still found my blog and page being supported almost entirely by women.
Now, were these just lonely housewives and I was their cabana boy?
*Wink* *fetches ice cold refreshments*
Whatever the reason, I made a lot of friends that were, for a lack of a cooler term, mommy bloggers. Is the community oversaturated with females writing about their experiences in motherhood?
Well, if I said yes, it would make a constant theme of my writing null and void. I have always held fast to the belief everyone has a voice and their voice should be heard. So, if a ton of women want to be heard, who am I to say it is saturation?
Is this industry rife with sell outs who would make Gene Simmons proud? Sure. But, who cares? The amazing thing about the internet is the ability to literally walk away from it. Literally.
You can’t see, but after the second literally, I stepped away from my laptop to prove a point. So, like, imagine that.
Am I a mom blogger? I don’t know.
Do I meme so hard motherfuckers want to take my word pictures and take my name off them.
Do I get unreasonably upset about things that don’t affect me and go on long tirades about them?
Do I incessantly post about my children and the little things they do all day?
Check, and brb got to hit up my Instagram with some photos from dinnertime.
Do I review products and tell people how they must have them?
Have you seen Multiples Illuminated is available NOW on Amazon!!!!! Also, Check.
Have I pushed a baby out of my body?
Ch—Challenging this question due to the fact that there are mommies with adopted children. Boom.
So, if you look at it, Punk Rock Papa ain’t nothin but a sucky mom blogger too. Aw, shucks. Maybe I am not purebred mommy blogger. I am, at the very least, like the little brother they are forced to bring to their friend’s house.
“Why is he here? I can’t believe they always make you bring him! Let’s peer pressure him into wearing makeup.”
FYI- Purple totally makes my brown eyes POP. I know this, from being the younger sibling forced along on my older niece’s hangouts with her friends.
What you write doesn’t define you. If you use your blog as a source of income, it doesn’t define you. I don’t identify as a forklift driver because I do that at my job five times a week.
What defines you is how you treat those around you. How you lift those people up along the journey. So, if I am a mommy blogger, I hope it stands for encouraging. Proud. Nurturing. Loving. Attentive. Kick ass at writing lists about what to do with your day off. A devoted parent.
That’s something I can live with.