(Note: This post will be interesting to exactly two people. Maybe three. But whatever.)

I don’t know why I read mommyblogs.  At twenty-three, I am far from that mommy-wannabe phase.  (In fact, I still go to my mommy for various things, like when I need to be told that I’m the greatest thing in the world, even if she is the one person that actually believes it.)  When my roommate Annie introduced me to amalah.com a few years ago, she had just become pregnant and was wittily covering her experiences, pre-baby.  Her style was familiar to me, and so I kept lurking, never actually posting comments.   When I read that she had given birth? I actually teared up.  Me. Miss “way to procreate. now shut your kid the fuck up.”  Same thing when she posted a photo montage for her son’s first birthday.  Cried.

What I do like about the mommyblogs is that they sometimes smash that Maternity-as-Miracle myth — that everything is instinctual and beautiful and your child is god’s gift and poops rainbows.  Many of these women are very funny in their storytelling, which I can appreciate in any context.  They are not afraid to admit that sometimes? Children are like little drunk people, and that’s funny, and that makes for good reads.

Recently, the blogosphere [I cannot believe I used that term, argh] is all a-flutter with the issue of a certain website photoshopping pictures of one of the mommyblogger’s kids. The way it was described was so vague, but so dramatic, leading everyone to believe it was child porn or something.  It wasn’t.  The blogger in question insulted one mommy’s kid’s hair [malicious and in terribly bad taste, yes].  Teh Internets got all riled up about it, but it did raise some great questions.  (For one, mommybloggers willingly post pictures of their kids and do need to take responsibility for publishing their lives for the world to see. )

I think the most interesting part of this whole debate is that the majority of ”famous” mommybloggers actually make a little money with sidebar ads.  I have a hard time believing any of these women (and men, too, really) are “pimping” out their kids by using them as “content,” thereby increasing traffic to their sites with pictures.  However, it’s difficult for me to feel sorry for someone who plasters the internet with pictures and then attempts to start a mommyblog revolution when one asshole is just being stupid. (It must be said that I don’t have kids and don’t have that whole “PROTECT OFFSPRING AT ALL COST!” mentality going for me.)

I keep a blog because I am a serious attention whore.  “Amalah” could write an entry about junior’s latest bowel movement and what ensues is hundreds of comments and the “clank” of the piggy bank.   The more I get caught up in the web(log) of fury, the more it seems like Internet High School.  And the fact that I’m blogging about blogs makes me an Internet High School Band Geek.

This is, perhaps, the dorkiest moment of my life that I will actually admit to.