As many of you know by now, Jane and I over at Baby Squared made us a little mischief. We came up with a plan to pretend we’d had a terrible playdate and trash each other. Jane’s latest post about this is an eloquent confession/apology. Her sentiments reflect mine exactly. What she didn’t mention is that I was the instigator, so any one who feels angry or disappointed, I’m the person who owes you an apology.
A blog only works because people trust you, basically. They feel you’re being straight with them. They count on you to be a little dose of honesty (and maybe levity and sanity) in a world that is otherwise overrun by bullshit. So to all those folks who took us at face value and felt betrayed, I’m sorry. We weren’t trying to make anyone feel duped, least of all those who come to our blogs in good faith. We were trying to have some fun, and maybe get folks to think – for a few minutes, anyway – about why people are so malicious on-line. (Hint: cowardice and grievance.)
Moving on to more pressing subjects, Baby Mamma would like to address what she calls the manicure issue.
Baby mamma here. Now that doing my nails is one of those lost (read: pre-baby) luxuries, when I get around to it – about once every three months – I like to make it count. This time is was with Orly’s Moonlit Madness. I am not a paid spokesperson for Orly. Yet. Thanks for noticing (Babydaddy didn’t).
