Look! It’s not every day you find a half-eaten pita on the sidewalk.
Hello, my name is Caroline and I’m a blogaholic.
If you’re reading this blog, you might be like me.
Recipe blogs, beauty blogs, style blogs, shelter blogs… I never tire of glimpsing the lives of people who seem so remarkably together.
There are a number of symptoms associated with blogaholism:
- Donning overly edited outfits
- Anger when one’s sartorial ensembles are not captured by street style blogs
- Compulsion to photograph all plated meals before they are eaten
- Over-consumption of sponsored products
- Constant need to re-arrange furniture or else to sigh dramatically when one’s home does not resemble an expertly curated palace
- Curious feelings of inadequacy for not possessing a spacious house, chubby baby, large diamond, mad cooking skills, wardrobe worth the price of a small yacht, insert-rotating-insecurity-of-choice
It’s the last one–the inadequacy thing–that started to get to me.
You see, I’ll often find myself at a business lunch when the conversation suddenly and dramatically turns to ovaries and clocks. Or listening to a friend stress about the Martha-caliber execution of an upcoming social gathering, like the fate of the world depends on serving marshmallows in the shape of little mustaches.
And I will ask myself: whose standards are we holding ourselves to?
I appreciate decorating, fashion, entertaining, and obscenely expensive lip gloss as much as anyone. Show me a color-coordinated dessert table and I will react with more glee than is socially appropriate. But at a certain point, “aspirational” starts to feel a lot like “exhausting.”
And that is not fun.
Yes, blog-land is a nice place to visit, but it would also be cool to get a slice of the real. The almighty lifestyle blogger should be comfortable enough to admit that her famous chocolate chip cookies sometimes burn, or that her exceedingly cute dog sometimes poops on the floor. (Both true, as it were.)
Or imagine — here’s the kicker — if more bloggers were willing to share that they have real-life concerns beyond things like cookies and dog doo.
So here is my attempt at honesty. Thank you for reading.