It’s official, one of the oldest, crankiest feminist blogs is closing its doors, and it’s a shame too. It was a great place for conversation about the place for children, motherhood, and work in feminist movements. Also, how to find a good bra. Also, why to avoid academia unless you really fucking want it. Also, the benefits of pseudonymity. Also, practical approaches to open relationships.* A tip of my latte to Bitch, PhD, who taught me how to be a student and a mom at the same time. But let’s face it: hobby blogging is drying up for us old-timers. Most of the big blogs have business models and steady revenue, and those of us that don’t are, um, struggling. I love blogs, but blogging is hard** and many of us who blog as a hobby are burning out. And as the medium itself changes, the bloggers evolve as well:
Not that we don’t/won’t continue to have things to say on the blog’s topics–feminism, politics, society, recipes, even academia–but we, the various Bitches, have each reached a kind of closure of the parts of our lives that the blog served. Sybil has a job she’s happy with, but it’s not blog-friendly. Ding has switched jobs and found a man, for god’s sake. LeBlanc got MARRIED. Taddy claims he hasn’t changed, but he got cancer, recovered, is returning to his real life and (most importantly of all) has realized, I think, that he is a damn good writer. I’m a housewife, and Pseudonymous Kid is old enough now (10 next week!) that he has started to censor what I write about him, the little shit.
We may not all be living happily ever after, but I think we’re all at transitional stages and ready to move to something new.
Ayup. I’ve been ruminating on this question myself.*** You can reference a past life but you must narrate the new one. After enough time with the adopted persona, and the natural evolutions of living, you must change the venue or the conversation.
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* All conversations I’d like to preserve if B will let me.
** Unless you are Jill and have sold your soul for the ability to time travel and thus conjure five extra hours out of the day.
*** What do you (I) have to say after ten years of living aloud? How do you (I) address an audience that knows you (me) as a young single mother, when today you (I) are (am) actually married, middle class, and on the eve of your thirtieth birthday? Hi.