According to technorati, there are almost 7,000 "mommy blogs" on the internet right now. In reality, the numbers are probably actually much higher than that. It seems that everywhere you look these days, mothers are using blogs to not only document their journeys into parenthood but also to form a uniquely supportive community.
Personally, I love reading mommy blogs. I find many of them to be smart, funny, honest, and intelligent. Furthermore, I've found many of the women writing them to be great writers. The sheer diversity of them is also compelling. Look closely and you'll find that mommy blogs are covering a wide array of subjects related to mothering: sex, humor, single parenting, home schooling, GLBT parenting, food, fashion, and religion.
This week, Mother's Day Central* awarded the Top 100 Mom Blogs Awards*, honoring the best mommy blogs (based on excellence in areas including originality, passion, humor, personality, and creativity.) Congrats to all the award winners! After dealing with the trials and tribulations of modern-day parenting, it's nice to see these mommy bloggers get some much-deserved recongition.
Special congrats to Strollerderby's very own, Rachael Brownell, whose personal blog Crank Mama made the list. Rock on, Rachael!
*De-linked in light of comments below. Scammers suck.
About MetroDad
I'm a French-named, speed-reading, former public policy analyst now trapped in the body of a Asian-American fashion executive. I've ridden elephants in Sri Lanka, imbibed snake venom in China, skiied the Italian Dolomites, eaten barbecue in Pakistan, travelled to every state except North Dakota, visited 28 out of 32 major league ballparks, worshipped at the altar of Graceland 5 times and have shut down most of the nightclubs in Paris. That being said, I still get lost every time I go through the Lincoln Tunnel.
It's safe to say that we'd probably get along if you can truly appreciate the real beauty in...a good Peking duck, Sunday's NYT crossword, nice manners, Scrabble, Law & Order, spontaneous travel, Otoro, Jim Jarmusch, Tabasco sauce, Morrissey, Haruki Murakami, Peets coffee, Radiohead, listening to baseball games on the radio, Thievery Corporation, X-Men comics, fresh powder, Southern BBQ, Christopher Hitchens, bloomin' onions, mid-century design, the warmth of a good scotch, a great day spent fishing where you didn't catch a damn thing...
On a related note, I'd like to believe that I probably have absolutely nothing in common with another human being who really loves any of the following: pro bass fishing on tv, NASCAR, low carb Cabernet, Kathey Griffin, Microsoft, the Olsens, Applebees, Jessica Simpson, romance novels, tofu bacon, Pamela Anderson, ballet, "Survivor" or HUMMERs. Similarly, I could also never be friends with someone who mixes up "they're", "there", and "their". I will give you a smidge of credit if you know the difference between "if" and "whether". But if you leave any participles dangling, we're breaking up.
In conclusion, let me just say...
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
