I dreamed about blogging last night. This is nothing new, I’ve dreamed in Twitter before too. And yes, I posted the play-by-play of the birth of my baby on Facebook, until the doctors ordered me to turn off my phone.
I have to say, I’ve never (that I can remember) dreamed about a magazine article.
This just shows what a huge part of my life the online world is. (Yes, I’m writing this while nursing the baby – I am a multitasking mama.)
I used to be a magazine junkie. My bedside table was stacked with them. At one point they were my lifeline to all things I held sacred. (Yes, my Maclean’s subscription was once a beacon of hope. Yes, I’m a loser.)
I held long time subscriptions to Chatelaine and Canadian Living and hold those as a deep reflection of Canadian patriotism. I’ve held Facebook discussions on Chatelaine vs. Canadian Living. (For years I would have said Chatelaine wins hands down, but now I’m more of a Canadian Living person.) In the 1980s my Grandmother talked about the importance of Chatelaine magazine, because it wasn’t like other women’s magazines, it was about real life.
But something’s changed.
Real life is online, in real time (or in scheduled posts).
Reading about real moms’ lives from around the world means better content than traditional women’s magazines. And you know what, I read blogs by men too.
When I read other people’s blogs I step into their lives. I see the world through your eyes. I walk, cry and laugh with you. Sometimes all at the same time.
I love the gritty humour of blogs. (ALSFM’s Get baby Jesus out of the Barbie car? Honest Toddler’s Dear Police letter?) I admire and respect the challenges people face (11 hour road trip w/ solo driver (mom) & three boys under 10? Surviving emotional infidelity? Hurricanes?). People do things I don’t think I could get through. I cry with you through your miscarriage and loss of your child. I empathise when you’re dealing with complex medical needs. My heart cries when your child says, “no one ever has Asperger’s like me, mom.” I appreciate your honesty in talking about the horror of PPMD. (There are some blogs I just have to read with a box of tissue beside me.)
I love reading about how you deal with the daily challenges of getting dishes done and food on the table (never mind picking toys up off the floor).
These issues are sanitized in magazines. Which is, I guess, is their job. They show us a version of ourselves we’d like to see to sell us stuff. I know a few folks do make money for blogging (I’m very glad for you if you do – you are my idol). But blogging is about ourselves and how we connect to each other.
Magazines are great for sound bites of ‘real life’ and finding the latest recipes or clothing styles.
But, if you wanna find a good, and I mean really good, chicken recipe? Tweet it. In minutes you will have 100 chicken recipes from around the world that are bombproof.
My Grandma would be amazed.
Please add a link to your blog as a comment, and we can visit you then.