I could care less about random people who don’t like my blog, or who get offended by it. Its all personal taste.. but when it comes to extended family getting butt-hurt about something I write, I have to draw the line.
There are people who don’t understand how I can write a blog about things like bloody vaginas and bulging uteruses and all the disgusting parts of pregnancy as they pertain to me and others- but why I can’t talk to them about these things in person.
…. This baffles me.
Why would talking about these things in person around a dinner table be appropriate conversation with people who not only do I not know very well, but who are also considered to be my elders?
If you’re my friend- hell yeah, expect to get an earful of disgusting tales of motherhood (usually only if you ask or it’s brought up), but that’s because I consider you a friend. Something I don’t take lightly.
There’s no way i’d sit down with my dad and talk to him about how my boobs might be leaking through my shirts, or how I bled for 13 weeks after having Holden. That’s just WEIRD- and i’ve known him for 25+ years. If he comes to my blog and happens to read it (which he doesn’t, so he claims), that’s his prerogative, but he knows exactly what he’s going to be reading by coming here, and also knows that just because I write about it here doesn’t mean I want to talk to him about it in person. The thought alone icks me out. That’s my Dad! Ew. That’s like talking about sex with him, or talking about how drunk I got at some party and ended up puking on myself (just an example), not gonna happen.
That’s just not how I was raised.
If my mom were around? Yeah.. I could see talking to her about those things in person- but she’s my mom. I was torn from her stomach during a c-section and sucked her boob for nutrition for an entire year.. that’s what moms are for. She walked around naked in front of me without a care in the world.. so to say I would be comfortable enough around her to talk about blowing out my va-jay or huge leaky nipples would be an understatement.
An extended family member? Someone I don’t know? A random stranger on the street? Not appropriate conversation.
Writing a blog about these things is a hell of a lot different than dinner conversation with someone you are only acquainted with.
It helps that i’m paid to write this blog, it’s why I started the blog in the first place (not why I continued, but it definitely helps). Most people who read this are either friends, or complete strangers. I certainly never begged any of my family to read this blog.. probably because it’s a little bit embarrassing for them to know every detail about my bowel movements or lack thereof- but my older family members don’t bother reading it anyways. It’s just not their taste, and they aren’t my demographic (so the statistics say).
I’d compare it to performing on stage (what I did before having Holden). I had NO problem doing that, regardless of how many people were in the audience.. but public speaking? Forget about it. I shook nervously and my face turned bright red. I’m also shy meeting new people. I don’t like making phonecalls to strangers.. actually, I don’t like talking on the phone at all.
Does it make sense to you? Maybe not, but it’s who I am.
I’m a writer, a storyteller, a singer, maybe a little bit of a comedian.. that doesn’t mean that all of the things I write down on a piece of paper or sing in a song are things that i’d be comfortable having full in depth conversations about in person with people I don’t know.
Isn’t that why blogs, and myspace and facebook and IMs and email are so popular these days? People are much more comfortable WRITING things down and being able to go back and correct them and tweak them and erase them than actually having to say things to someone face-to-face. It’s the way of the new-world, and I don’t think it’s going to change any time soon. I’ve always been this way, and I do NOT plan on changing for anyone. It’s just not worth it!
You wouldn't sniff a stranger's butt to see who pooped their pants.... so you probably shouldn't do these other parental things to strangers, either. holdinholden.com/2017/12/weir…
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