Webcruising leads to a Salon article about NY Times article by a mother reading her nanny's blog ... can't believe how it is that only idiot women get published these days. There's this moron, who fired said neurotic nanny, and another Salon winner, Ayelet Waldman, who can't even screw in a lightbulb without help from her husband ... perhaps I should blog about it.
Instead of blogging I got up and made some waffles, nice organic whole wheat cake flour, organic eggs, milk and threw in some Michigan blueberries to boot...
The NY Times woman felt her life was boring, compared to her nanny, who had more female lovers than her boyfriend, who got off fantasizing about Tucker Carlson (yikes), and had insomnia. My life is never boring, besides my writing and reading, there is always another meal to get excited over, a garden to reclaim from the weeds, green surroundings to contemplate, the silence of the country, events from the outside world to make me crazy, pots to throw, family issues to solve, another trip to plan, concerts to see, and the iPod sending out the tunes.
The blog is a scary thing, mostly because if it is to be worthwhile it should be anonymous, the lesson that the fired nanny claims now to have learned. That way it can be a place to rant and rave about your friends who never call you now. A place you can safely observe how stupid they are, and admit your own failings.
Perhaps I should have two blogs, one for honesty, the for the half completed picture. The sanitized version, the version of the self we only wish we could be. Maybe that's what makes that nytimes idiot hate her life so, she needs to have a secret blog to rediscover the truth about her life.
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