When did I become a Mommy Blogger? Am I a Mommy Blogger? Ok let's see: Am I a mom? Yes. Am I a blogger? Yes. Do I sometimes blog about being a mom? Yes.
Oh my God, I'm a Mommy Blogger.
Not that there's anything wrong with being a Mommy Blogger of course. I love to write and you should always write what you know and when 99% of your day revolves around your adorable munchkin, well then there's very little time left over to 'know' anything else quite as well. Motherhood is one of the best things to happen to me and if I can share even a fraction of that online, I'm happy with that. Not to mention the cathartic benefits of humor when dealing with the frustrations of motherhood. Laughter really is the best medicine after all.
No, what bothers me about the label of 'Mommy Blogger' are the assumptions that come with it. When anyone in my offline life finds out I have a blog, they immediately ask 'oh you're a Mommy Blogger?' With that oh-that's-so-adorable-but-not-a-serious-pastime emphasis on the term 'Mommy Blogger'. Writing a blog is something young girls or angsty teenagers do, they seem to be implying, it's not for serious adults.
Apparently, stereotyping women isn't enough for our society, they have to poison our happiness further by belittling everything that we do by adding (usually negative) labels. So take your pick ladies, are you a working mom (such a bad mother!) or a Mommy Blogger (more interested in the laptop than the baby!) or perfect housewife (so inane) or a bad housewife (desperate housewives anyone?) or maybe unmarried (oh my God we must save this poor spinster!)? Or maybe you're married but don't have kids yet (why don't you have babies? Don't you want babies? Do you hate babies?!) or perhaps you're a 'gamer girl' (not to be confused with 'gamer' which is the real thing. Girl gamers are just wannabes, 'pretending', sluts or 'ugly'). Maybe you're really into cars or technology or any of a million things only guys are allowed to be interested in, in which case you are probably just trying to impress a guy, trying to snag a guy or (again) just 'fat and ugly'.
Why oh why do people need to poison your happiness with their condescending ways of dealing with the female of the species? Why is the term 'spinster' interchangeable with 'old, repressed and nobody-wants-her' while the term bachelor brings up images of debonair, handsome men that need to be 'snatched up' or 'won' by a bevy of desperate females? Why is being called a Feminist the same as being called a b*tch?
More importantly, why do I care? Why does it get under my skin when I know their labels can't define me?
Maybe because I'm human and no matter how much I may say it doesn't bother me, no matter how much I want it to not bother me, it DOES bother me.
Sometimes, it sucks to be a woman in this society.