Parents. Part I
I tried to explain blogging to my parents today. I have reasonably clever parents although they are, by their own admission, more given to “senior moments” than once upon a time. It took a while.
Why is it called a blog again?
Well, because of web plus log. Weblog.
Yes, but where does the B come from?
You get the idea.
They more or less got it when I likened blogging to having your own newspaper column (like Maureen Dowd, my father said), except of course, there’s no editor, no deadline and no pay. I didn’t however, offer to SHOW them my blog and they will almost certainly be unable to find it on their own since my mother hardly interacts with the computer at all and my father does so cheerfully but inefficiently. And I prefer that they not read it since the Evil Editor in my head already censors quite enough as it is. If my parents were reading it, I wouldn’t be able to write anything at all. Well, I could probably slip a few cute stories about children in but anything approaching major angst would result in worried telephone calls and exhortations to think positively, go for a healthy walk and to make sure I’ve brushed my teeth.
It’s going to be a long week.
Is it being that you are telling me that you are writing things that you are not wishing for your parents to be seeing but you are wishing for us to be seeing?
Ooooh, the Evil Editor and I have done business many a time!
I am always in awe of people who can tell the Evil Editor to shut the fuck up. Let me know if you have any choice words you use to make her Go Away.
hehe my entire family knows about my blog…I think I may go underground soon!
heehee…
yep…
my family knows i have a blog
and nod their heads
when i talk about it
but i’m sure they don’t have
two clues what i am talking about…
(my parents that is)
my brothers and wives know
but do not know the whereabouts
my husband and kids know
and i sometimes let them read
or read to them
things i am particularly
happy with
but for the most part,
they leave it alone…
i am happy being anonymous.
It’s horrible in a funny way for me, I don’t have an inner evil editor. I’m such an open book, I actually don’t know how to be any other way. I sometimes wish I wasn’t so open, and I’m sure Drew wishes for it too.
My Mom reads my blog and then calls me to tell me how funny it was for her, I’m not sure about my Dad though.
Actually, this past winter I signed all of our Christmas cards Love hugs and kisses The Queen http://www.thequeenoflightandjoy.blogspot.com *coy smile*
Ah, yes – I had that same conversation… and wished I hadn’t, because they asked for the address, and they did manage to get it entered correctly, and they do occasionally read it – and oy vey that damned Evil Editor…
Please, drop the whole thing and just tell them you changed your mind and think blogs are silly. We don’t want you censored!
Found my way here via the Perfect Post list. I loved your “Follow the Child” post!
visiting from masked mom. congrats on the button!
my mom doesn’t get blogging, but my dad sure enjoys it! and it’s something I do for myself, and I don’t feel like i have to explain it to everyone else.
Publish and be damned!
My mom found out about my blog and now she makes surprise appearances from time to time on my comments page. A recent comment of hers had the word “shit” in it, and I’m still recovering.
So true, my dad even thought having a blog would invite every villan in Europe to come and rape and pillage me and mine ( this is a previously intellegent man who used to open his house and garden to total strangers for teas etc!)
… keep doing the stunts xx
Dont let that evil editor in, your blog is so fine, I love it and have been a lurker for too long, am linking you on my blog now (assuming thats ok!?
I bought the shirt Krista mentioned on her blog “I publish intimate details of my life on the internet and don’t know why”. My father-in-law looked at me and asked “Did Roy make that shirt for you or do other people really do that too?” I said “So what you’re really asking is how crazy am I?” He countered with “I never said you were stupid.”
think of it as practice for that novel you’re going to write that will piss some people off no matter what, so …
whatevs.
if they don’t like it, they don’t have to read it.