Instead of having an actual conversation with flesh and blood humans, I love to read their blogs. I pry into areas of these people’s lives as they vent, often forgetting that anonymous people like me actually closely scrutinize their words. I also have the choice of whether or not to judge this person’s life decision or change my perspective. The best blogs are those that have me laughing, crying, or so angry I want to leave a comment, but I always come back for more.
I didn’t really enter the blogosphere until I was up all night nursing Scarlett, and craving entertainment since Brian was comatose in the guest room. That’s when I started to read my boss’s blog. She and I were pregnant at the same time while working at a local news station. Together we ate, vomited, complained, waddled, and yelled; I felt an instant connection to her.
She’s also a brilliant writer with an insanely beautiful story that starts in Utah County, then New York, then back to Utah County, where she’s looking for another adventure. I don’t always agree with what she has to say, but I still respect that she’s saying it in the first place. I’ll link you to her blog but must warn that it’s a lot “edgier” than mine, with curse words dotting the screen. Seriously, she has the greatest love story and I guarantee by the end, you will be cheering her on.
Another blogger I enjoy stalking reading comes out of Merry Old’ England — Crummy Mummy. This woman uses those enchanting British terms like arse, baby minder, blimey, and bugger. A mommy blogger with some British style allows me to escape into another life; which is the whole point of a blog.
I’ll throw one more out at you -- Stanley Tucci and New York. This woman, fresh off a divorce, heads back out into the world looking for a new definition of self. She just started writing, but I’m in love with her already. Think of it, ladies, 11 years of marriage and you’re back out on the dating scene. This woman busts me up reading about her litany of bad dates as she searches for her dream man, Stanley Tucci. Yeah, I don’t get it, either.
Even if you don’t read blogs, they are something to respect. People are putting it out there every day, looking for a connection. You may call them narcissists, navel gazers, or voyeurs; I see it as a public journal where you get to sound off and tell your story. Check these blogs out, and if you have one, post it! I want to stalk you, too!
http://crummymummywhodrinks.blogspot.com/
http://stanleytucci.blogspot.com/
