Talk about timing. Last week I was on the guest list for several fabulous mommy blogger events. It was also the week that the Wall Street Journal landed what some perceived as a swift kick to the ovaries of this multitasking, entrepreneurial group of women. All I can say after meeting many of these gals up close and personal is “silly” is not a word I would use to describe any of them or their behavior at parties.
I’ll concur that these events did look, feel, and smell like parties. Tasteful, healthy ones, I might add—with low-fat turkey jerky, fresh-pressed juices, carob brownies and lots of offers for mom-supporting products and services. But just because they had their hair blown out and put on some lovely sundresses and heels, these weren’t gossipy “ladies who lunch” get-togethers. So in honor of this newly created purchasing demographic and the savvy businesswomen who built it, I simply had to celebrate them.
12 Reasons I Love/(and Sometimes Hate) Mommy Bloggers
1. They are opinionated, forthright, unapologetic and yet also feminine. I rarely seem to pull that quadrangle off.
2. They feel like the greatest sorority ever when you are with them. One that comes with swag bags!
3. They will take your picture and tweet it while you are talking to them.
4. They are mostly younger than me. (Hence, the hate) This makes #3 very stressful. Camera-ready is harder at my age.
5. They make me want to figure out Instagram and join the 21st century.
6. They will not steal your husband. It would be bad for their brand.
7. They have figured out how to "lean in" to staying home, actually spending time with their children and making money.
8. They have very strong opinions about clothes, home furnishings and kid accoutrements. I'm more of a thrift store/occasional Banana Republic shopper who kept the same Maclaren stroller through two children.
9. They are not afraid to spill the beans on the grossness of mothering. Although butch in almost all other areas, I'm squeamish about all this icky poo-poo talk.
10. They found a way to create community while being isolated in their homes with babies.
11. More than a few of them admit to nervous breakdowns or at least intense postpartum depression. If moms had this kind of courage in the '50s, maybe there could have been fewer breakfasts of Valium and screwdrivers.
12. They earn their crazy mommy conference weekends on someone else's dime. I've done a lot of jobs from waitressing, to dating service rep, to transcribing depositions, and even fruit stacking and sales at a stand on the side of the road. Being a mother is less glamorous than all of these. Party on, ladies.