I am so sick of pretending that I love and follow Babble, because you know what, I don’t. But everyone loves Babble. It’s billed as the hipster parenting bible (whatever the hell that means). But, it makes my teeth itch and my fingernails fray when I log on. I am not sure why. In part, I just can’t stand how uber-witty and speaking-to-this-exact-moment all of it is. And everyone has been following it forever, except for me. It feels like walking into a party after all the great sh*t has already happened– the nakedness, the hook-ups, the fire started on the couch– and the only thing left is puking in your red Solo cup or accidentally drinking the cigarette ashes from the guy you hoped would take you home (but of course, he already went home hours ago).
I want to love it. I feel, as a blogger, I have to love it because it’s such a goddamned hub of everything that touches my daily life.
Here’s the website’s mission statement: “To tell the truth about parenting, to bypass the clichés and dig into the magical and maddening reality. Our commitment to readers is to explore the world of parenting on a daily basis with ruthless honesty, and with the humor and lyricism natural to the subject.” (I found this on Wikapedia.com.)
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation or the too-low Zoloft dose, but I can’t tell what the f*ck is going on there. I see recipes and fertility apps (what are those?) and tons of columns on pregnancy, babies and toddlers. It’s too much. I feel like I need to be (more) heavily medicated to go there and figure out what the big ass deal is.
And there’s the suffocation factor. Every “great” article or forward from my articulate, honest, and educated friends can be traced back to Babble. How is that possible? It’s true that I wouldn’t even open an article from Parenting Magazine, because, hey, it’s not 1988 anymore. But the point is, I never see articles from anywhere else.
I’ve always mistrusted hegemony.
Maybe it’s just that the site lacks intimacy for me. I think I am a one website, one blogger kind of woman. I love honest, non-cliched writing about motherhood (and everything else), and it just feels more comfortable to log on to Welcome To The Motherhood or Head Above Laundry or Mammalingo or A Teachable Mom or Life On The Mamariffic Merry-Go-Round. I don’t need Babble to point me in the direction of great writing, because I have stumbled upon it myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be a featured blogger over there — do you think this post will hurt my chances?– but the acute ADD I suffer when I go to the actual website is a barrier to my enjoyment. I think for now I will just get my second-hand Babble as filtered through my friends and all of you. Unless you suggest otherwise….