I have read a lot of criticism of those genuinely pretty blogs for not being “real” enough. Why is it that when a woman creates something lovely, be it a blog or a photo vignette, or even her entire home, other women aren’t happy until she’s exposed as a fraud? As if by creating something beautiful, she has somehow lied about the entirety of her life. It’s the kind of debunking usually only reserved for Christopher Columbus and the Founding Fathers. Is this sexism? If a man published a picture of his tomato garden, I wonder if folks would say, “Yeah, but you should see his bathroom.”
Blogs are not real life. They are a tiny facet. If I post a picture of a flower, I am not denying the trash can. I am choosing to focus on the flower because trash cans are ugly.
There are plenty of reasons to blog and plenty of different kinds of blog. Personally, I like to read pretty, cheerful, homey blogs – not saccharine, mind you, and not propaganda or hate wrapped in cinnamon buns.
Everyone poops, but unless there is a medical emergency, I don’t need to read a blog about it. I have enough of my own poop to deal with, I don’t need to see yours. And unless you can be really funny about it – and some people can be – I don’t want to read about it.