This morning I was reading a magazine article about mommy bloggers and how we're taking over the world (muah ha ha... that was supposed to be my evil laugh) but I realized while reading that I will never be the world conquering mommy blogger that they spoke of.
For one, they featured Dooce of Dooce.com. And you know what.... I don't get her. Sometimes I think she's funny, but most of the time I can't tell if she is kidding or not and if her posts are funny or serious. I think she's too "ironic" for me. Plus, when I look at her style choices and things she is liking right now (ok, products she is getting paid to endorse on her site)... they usually aren't anything I would be interested in. No connection between Me and the Dooce.
The, the clincher... the ultimate reason why I am going to picked last in the proverbial mommy blogger kickball game... I read a comment from some other mommy blogger who is popular enough to make it in the magazine and yet I've never read her before, and she said something along the lines of mommy bloggers changing the "zeitgeist regime" or maybe we are the "zeitgeist regime" or maybe the "zeitgeist regime" should fear us... or maybe we should fear it... I dunno. All I know is that I don't know what a zeitgeist is or whether or not I want to be in its regime. I like to be in clubs and stuff, as long as I don't have to do much work, but I am not sure if I want my club title to be a word that I don't know what it means. So, instead of mommy blogging freeing me and opening my very Barney-wilted brain... this article made me feel dumb. (Insert snarky comment here).
Reading the article, specifically that comment, reminded me of an evening in college. I was at Village Inn (yummmmmmmm) with some friends and someone asked what a fascist is. People accuse others of being fascist, but what is that really? I boldly stated my opinion of the definition of fascist (really having no idea, but saying it with confidence so I sounded impressive) and the coffee drinking, pierced chain smoker at the next table snorted and uttered "that isn't even close." I felt like an establishment schmuck... and what's worse.... I still can't really define what a fascist is. I can tell you the symptoms of thrombocytopenic purpura, a disease I learned about in 10th grade, and I love to throw out antidisestablishmentarianism when I need to, but I still don't know what a fascist is and don't get me started on zeitgeists. So, I don't think Mr. Zeitgeist will let me be in his regime anyway.