It was said on Media Watch this week that “of course some of the mummy bloggers are naïve and their preoccupations frivolous, but many of these women are direct and honest”. I agree. I think that is a fair statement.
The beauty of blogging is you can create your own space. It can be sunshine and rose-coloured glasses, it can be entirely frivolous, it can be completely escapist, it can be searing political analysis, it can be erudite and intellectual, it can be about awareness of social good, it can be brutally raw and honest. It can be anything. But mostly it’s a combination of all of those things.
These days, I trade in a whole lot of frivolity. And not a whole lot of higher purpose. Or anything of a deeper meaning.
It’s not because I’m a black hearted bitch. I don’t think.
I worked on the coal face of a charity for five years. It was an amazing experience. It was rewarding. It was unbelievably hard. I used to have to manage the waiting list. So I had a lot of people telling me on the worst day of their life that I was sentencing them to death. After a while you know too much to watch the news or current affairs to maintain any kind of serenity whilst doing so.
Simple things really. Like how attempting to minimise the drug supply lines has negligible benefit and negligible impact on actual supply. Spending money on drug treatment is twelve times more effective than spending money on drug control. People sneer at illicit drug users but deaths from illicit drugs make up about 5 per cent of total deaths from drugs. Hello alcohol and cigarettes!
All of a sudden it becomes difficult to listen to the government talk about their policies of ‘zero tolrance’. It becomes hard to hear people talking about ‘junkies’ as if they were some unfortunate kind of cancer. And it becomes even harder to leave work at work.
I am really proud of my time there. But it means I don’t feel bad about being frivolous or vain or not talking about something that means something. Because sometimes things mean to much and they break your heart a bit. Or a lot.
I wasn’t offended by the statement on Media Watch, because I think there are plenty of blogs out there that are frivolous. i think the only mistake you could make is that thinking that someone who writes a frivolous blog is a frivolous person. I don’t make that mistake. And I don’t think Media Watch made that mistake either.
And even if my blog stays in the frivolous space for a very long time, with no greater meaning than babies are cute, baking is awesome, housework sucks ass, Friday is my favourite day of the week, I worship at the altar of shoes and creativity is like breathing. Even if that’s all I ever do, well I’m ok with that.
I spent a lot of time trying to change the world. For now I’m just trying to love living in it.