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March 22, 2012

The dangers of the Blogessphere

The truth is this: sometimes (OK, fine, most of the time) blogs creep me out. 

The blogosphere is a little bit like high school. There’s a small clique of The Popular Girls who seem to have it all together, and the rest of us really want an invite to sit at the cool table. 

 When I first decided to start a little blog of my own my dad was absolutely incredulous. “Why in the world would you want to put all of this personal information on the Internet? “ he asked. “I’ve spent my life trying to make sure no one can find out anything about me, and now you’re doing it voluntarily?” 

Yes. And that’s the point. Generation Y is hungry for the back-story. We’re voyeurs. We want to watch other people’s lives and compare them to our own to see how we stack up. We already spend hours each week watching as The Real Housewives and the Kardashians go about their daily lives and reading about their every move in gossip magazines. 

 But blogs are even better. Blogs offer the rare jewel of interactivity. We can spend all the time in the world watching reality shows and reading US Weekly, but when it comes down to it, all those famous figures still maintain a mythical inaccessibility. With personal blogs we get to see behind the closed doors of normal people. People like us. People whose lives are attainable, and therefore infinitely more interesting to read about than those of millionaire movie stars. 

 We feel like we truly know these bloggers. We consider them friends. We can comment on their posts, and there’s a good chance they’ll respond. Standard blog chatter involves endearing terms like “my dears” and “darlings”, yanking us out of the reality of anonymity and making us feel like we’re catching up with an old friend. 

And when it comes down to it, don’t we all really just want to be liked? 

 In a time when most of us spend 8 hours a day staring into the haze of a computer screen, it's no surprise that we're desperate to connect via technology. Blogging allows an almost instant development of virtual friendships, and can often even go a step further and morph into tangible in-the-flesh relationships. Yet, with so much time spent hungrily digging into other people’s lives, don't we risk abandoning the reality of our own? 

 Maybe we just want more information. 

Blogs give us unrestricted access to worlds different from our own. Want to snoop around the West Village in NYC? Smith and Ratliff is sure to do the trick. Maybe you want to go abroad? You can live vicariously through Jordan Ferney, who is spending the year in Paris with her husband and two young children. Maybe we keep reading to see what else is out there so that we can evolve and make our own life the best it can be. 

There’s no question that blogs make it incredibly easy to get inspired. They also make it easy to get jealous. To some degree, blogs are founded on envy. We read about stylish new clothing brands, trendy restaurants, and spicing up our apartments with gallery walls and chalkboard paint. It’s all about wanting. Sometimes we find ourselves wanting a particular pair of designer ballet flats, and sometimes we want a whole different life. 

As humans, and perhaps as young women especially, we’re always looking for validation. It’s natural that we continually hunt for a sense of community and personal connection in a technology-filled world. Now more than ever, blogging and social media lets young women learn from each other and become empowered. 

There's a growing trend of blogger-run, blogger-attended workshops that focus on building some sort of blog-related skill set, with the added bonus of brushing shoulders with some of the more well-known blog celebrities. But is this truly about mastering a skill, or simply expanding our social circle to feel like we’re part of the in-crowd? 

Recently, Olivia from Everyday Musings posted about a week long food styling and photography workshop she attended in La Dordogne, France. The workshop was led by Aran, the bloggess behind Cannelle Et Vanille. A freelance food writer and photographer with a popular blog, Aran led a small group of women through the French countryside teaching them more about her craft. 

Similarly, quirky graphic designer Designlovefest runs the incredibly popular Blogshop – 2 day workshops that get into the nitty gritty of how to use Photoshop to better your blog. The sold-out events are being held from LA to Berlin, and young women seem to have no problem plunking down $772 (plus the cost of travel, accommodations, etc.) in the hopes of improving their software skills and beautifying their blogs. 

There's no denying that the young women running these workshops are making things happen for themselves. Rejecting a standard 9-5 job to pursue their passions in creative fields, blogs give these entrepreneurs the platform they need to gain a following and build their business. 

Good blogging – interesting, regularly updated content, gorgeous high-res photos, and perhaps just a dash of envy – is enabling women around the world to connect and help each other make things… and make things happen. 

They’re not waiting around. Instead of relying on an already-established organization to give them a chance, these 20 and 30-something women are taking things into their own hands and making a living off of their creativity. 

I have incredible respect for these women that have exposed their lives on the Internet – who are sharing sometimes very-personal details of their daily lives, taking great photos, and writing interesting content that has managed to blossom into a livelihood. 

And yet, there is a part of me that is still skeptical. 

I can’t help wondering whether a huge number of young women are wasting their time banking on the prospect of making a living this way. For every successful blogger, there are thousands whose blogs will be nothing more than a public diary – a way to chronicle their lives and keep track of photos and maybe get an occasional comment from a virtual passerby. 

At this point we've become so overexposed to this over-designed online world that the prospect of a “normal” office job and an “un-styled” life is becoming completely obsolete. “Normalcy” is portrayed as completely unglamorous in a blogosphere dominated by photo shoots and exciting freelance careers. 

Is it detrimental to the young, female psyche to place so much emphasis on a perfectly designed life? 

Young women are spending a whole lot of time reading about other people's lives, and shelling out a lot of money to be mentored and coached by their favorite bloggers. They get to learn something tangible – a new skill valuable in the online community. And they feel hopeful that someday they too will acquire the Internet fame necessary to leave their drab “normal” life behind in favor of one dominated by DSLRs and quaint cafes. But is this really an attainable dream? Obviously, not every 25-year-old female who starts a blog will find success. 

Is it misguided for us to be spending so much of our time on virtual pursuits instead of the concrete aspects of everyday reality? 

 And yet, maybe the process of blogging—making a new friend, reading one positive comment, and simply having an outlet in a community of creative, determined young females—is enough. 

It’s a fine line between inspiration and unrealistic hope, but maybe it’s enough to start thinking outside the box. All you have to do is read a few blogs to realize that anything is possible.

February 8, 2012

Lately

Our first week in NYC has been a little more dramatic, and a little less adventuresome than we'd hoped. Unfortunately we've been dealing with a number of family health problems and spending way too much time in the hospital. 2012 has been absolutely bipolar. A lot of great things going on, and a whole lot of crappy stuff too. I'm hoping that once Jared gets over his current cold, we'll actually be able to go out to dinner, sip a cocktail, and venture out of our neighborhood.
(I can't tell you how much I've been dreaming of sitting at a bar with a cocktail. Is that bad? No? Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that.)
I'm also feeling a smidge lonely. I know a lot of other people would be thrilled to work from home - and it definitely has it's advantages (sleeping later, errands midday, no stinky coworker lunches or office bathrooms). But I am definitely someone who prefers to have face to face contact - to change locations throughout the day - and be overwhelmingly busy. So, the past week and a half of working from home, followed by early evenings of takeout in the apartment, is leaving me more than a little stir crazy. I know its just a phase, forced on us by the current crazy circumstances, but it's making me a bit blah. 
But, I can't complain about the view from my desk...

Here's to the rest of 2012 bringing only good things.

January 3, 2012

2012 goal: Put it down

Technology has made it so amazingly easy to capture moments - whether it's what we had for dinner or a breathtaking view, our smartphones are there to snap the picture, email it, text it, tweet it, and blog it. All at once. But we're all so caught up sharing our moments, that we risk losing our ability to enjoy them.
So this year, every once in a while, think about putting it down and just enjoying.

{photo of NYE 2010 by Dave Beckerman via Hither & Thither}

December 23, 2011

Reading


December 20, 2011

Lately

At the beginning of December I finally - FINALLY - joined the 21st century.
Though I will miss my Little Flip Phone That Could (seriously, that thing fearlessly texted and fell in parking lots and sometimes the back cover came off, but by gosh it was a survivor!), I am more than a little obsessed with my new ward.
And, like the rest of the blogosphere, my main fetish is Instagram.
Why does making photos square and slightly blurred seem to make everything so much more attractive?
There have been a million trillion trips into the city lately, as The Apartment Hunt reaches it's peak.
Pip continues to be a lazy lump.
Though she is very excited for Santa's imminent arrival.
She would like to point out that aside from a few recent "Rug Incidents" she has been a very good girl and has (almost) completely stopped waking her humans up at very early hours by banging her pawpaws on the bedroom door. 
We are mentally scaling down our expectations in preparation for our move to NYC.
(It should be noted that the city is a hundred times prettier when the powerful scent of pine needles masks the hot dog, subway exhaust haze.)
Apparently some people living in tiny NYC apartments manage to find space for 100 pairs of Tory Burch shoes. 
We have tried to get into the Christmas spirit by accumulating way too many cookies....
...and watching some super grainy, converted-from-VHS Sesame Street Christmas special.
(Does anyone else ONLY think of Big Bird on ice skates when they hear Feliz Navidad?)
And Pip?
Well, Pip continues to contribute nothing particularly useful to the household.

December 13, 2011

A bad awful day

Yesterday was an absolutely crazy day.
Crazy bad. Not crazy good.

Fortunately, despite the awfulness that started, it ended on a positive note, with a hugely successful Zumba event (over 110 exam-hazey and very-enthusiastic students) and my crowning achievement.....a 117 point word in WORDS with Friends.
Ironically, the word itself was "Crazy".
But here's what happened:

The minute I left for work it started sliding down the slipper slope of bad day-ness. I had no gas. I waited in traffic to get to the gas station. It was closed. I waited in more traffic to get to another gas station.

I got on Route 1 - the most hellish of all roadways.

One of my worst fears and constant source of paranoia became a reality when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a charming character flying up behind me and I realized ...uh, he's not going to stop... 

This charming fellow attempted to pass me on the right and then cut me off - but failed - he just didn't quite make it, resulting in him scraping up along the back of my car as he went careening past.
And then, since it's Route 1- land of stop and go traffic - he just sat there in front of me in traffic.
And I'm thinking, uh, dude, you just hit me. Are you really not going to pull over?
But no, he did not. So I continued driving behind him and called the police and read them the license plate number and then I pulled over so the police could come report the incident.

That foolish fool totally could have been caught.... if only I had been un-flustered enough to tell them we were going South on Route 1, rather than North.
Not so helpful when the police are seeking the perpetrator in the totally wrong direction.
Oops.

And then I sat on the side of the road in my car and hoped I wouldn't be pummeled by a speeding truck. And I got an immediate tension head/neck headache. Shocker!
And then there was some doctor-attempting and many an insurance-call.

And then the Maybe-Perfect apartment that was supposed to start showing that day was suddenly NOT showing that day, and perhaps the current tenant wasn't even leaving, and by gosh this day is the WORST.

And then I totally did not have enough snacks.
And all day I sat crankily at my desk wondering why that pile of Christmas cookies from mama was sitting on my kitchen counter, and not on my desk, where they could quickly make their way into my mouth.

Fortunately, as I mentioned, the day did finally turn around, with a very uplifting and happy-making event at the gym where I teach, and then an epic 117-point word.

The end.

November 27, 2011

Breaking news

Giant Christmas tree takes over teeny tiny apartment
Story at 11!

Bad judgment

In my mind Wegmans can do no wrong...
until now.

November 13, 2011

A walk

A leaf-lined path. A very red tree.

November 12, 2011

Perfect

Walking home from the library with a giant stack of books. Delightfully cool. Leaves crunching. Sun shining. 

November 11, 2011

Mental state

Picture this.
There's a button attached to a coat.
Gradually, over the months, the button begins to loosen.
One of the threads holding it in place snaps.
Then another.
It starts to slowly lean away from the coat it's attached to.
One by one, the threads snap off until the button is barely hanging on.
It's dangling from the coat by a single thread.
It's begging to fall off, but won't. It can't. 
It's been a good coat, but the button is anxious to venture forth and try a new garment.
There's still a single stubborn thread that refuses to snap.
And no one will help cut it.

I really want to cut the final thread.

November 4, 2011

Foam

 Jared:  Are hearts in the foam of a cappuccino standard operating procedure or is the male barista trying to bang me?

{photo via here}

November 3, 2011

Noted.

Need to focus on #4, 6, and definitely 33.

October 19, 2011

Drunk

On the obscenely long dreary rainy ride to work today I had two serious cravings:

A turkey sub with provolone and tons of shredded lettuce and tomatoes oil and vinegar and banana peppers.

And a raspberry toaster streudal.

Is this mental unbalance due to the fact that I could not for the life of me fall asleep last night and ended up sleeping for only four hours, and am now feeling completely drunk with exhaustion?

Maybe.

October 12, 2011

Paradise is...

The Michael's paint aisle.
Truly. Is there anything better than that rainbow of color?

October 5, 2011

Achey

My armpits are sore.
Is that normal?

September 26, 2011

Dolled up

Last night we got all dressed up and went to a good friend's wedding.
I was happy to see my kitten. She was not happy to be held against her will.

Note: Isn't it amazing how obedient your hair is when you style it wet? I don't think I'll ever get over it.

August 30, 2011

Scenes from the Weekend

Hurricane Irene was rather uneventful, considering that the news anchors had me convinced we were all going to be blown away or crushed under falling trees if we lived anywhere within 2 states of the East Coast.

After cleaning and photographing our apartment (you know, in case we never saw it again because it was demolished by the giant trees and telephone poles in the yard), we evacuated to Mama and Papa's residence.*
(*They lack trees/telephone poles/potentially-crushing objects. Plus, as REAL adults, and parents, they are always prepared for natural disasters, whereas Jared and I own 2 tiny flashlights and that's about it...)

(We also own headlamps - see above photo - which the aforementioned-highly-prepared parent purchased for us all at Christmas. We all laughed and scoffed under the Christmas tree. But wouldn't you know that, come Sunday night, every single one of us had donned our headlamp and were wandering the pitch-dark house in style. We take it back mama! Those things are awesome!)

In the end, we were very lucky to remain pretty much unscathed by Lady Irene's wrath, aside from a few too many days of no-power.
The award for Most Traumatized goes to Pippi, who was shocked and dismayed to be packed into her tiny carrier again, schlepped to her grandhumans' house, and then kept in the neighbors' dog crate in the basement for the entire weekend (so as not to send my mom and sister into a serious allergic state).
Since returning home, Pippi runs every time Jared and I come around the corner, and hides under the bed, refusing to be taken to another strange locale. 
With power restored and a jumbo grocery shopping trip to restore our thawed/warmed and subsequently thrown-out foodstuffs, the weekend was capped off with fish tacos.

August 15, 2011

Weekend

This past weekend was wonderful. 
It was the first time we haven't had a single thing planned in who-knows-how-long, and also had the benefit of being pre-vacation weekend, which meant no pressing obligations to finish up before the work week started. 

Because there IS no work for us this week - only a narrow strip of sandy beach, BBQ chicken cheesesteak sandwiches, gummy worms and ginormous apple fritters.

Friday I get out early at work, so I made an exchange at Anthropologie, picked up a duvet for my sister, and indulged my 2-day-old fro-yo craving with a good friend. Had a mellow night clearing off the DVR and lounging on the couch.

Saturday was perhaps the most productive day IN THE HISTORY OF THIS APARTMENT.
I woke up and started cleaning and organizing before 9:30. Jared joined me, and we were literally doing chores around the apartment until 5 o'clock. 
We: cleaned the kitchen sink/drying rack/did dishes; cleaned the bathroom; vacuumed; tidied Pippi's little palace; did 5+ loads of laundry; mama came over and helped us hang 8 framed prints that have been languishing on the floor in a bag for ALMOST A YEAR; rearranged a bunch of lamps and stuff on shelves; and broke, and then fixed, the kitchen faucet.

Then we dropped off Princess Meow Meow at her grandhumans' house for a week at summer camp while we're frolicking at the beach. 
She was not pleased. Poor kitten.
We had dinner, cupcakes, and then upon returning home I very promptly fell asleep on the couch and had to be (literally) dragged to bed by ze husband.

Sunday, by contrast, was a rainy day o' nothing. 
Rare is it that this psychotic bustler can take a seat and relax for more than five minutes. 
Yet, after a Saturday of complete accomplishment, and a dreary drizzly Sunday looming, we woke up late and went straight to the couch where we watched about a hundred episodes of Franklin & Bash. Ate. Watched more TV. Read. Made peach streusal muffins (which became an ordeal since someone failed to use liners or spray the pan - aka heavy moist muffins refused to leave their cozy muffin tin home). Ate some leftovers. Watched more TV. And went to sleep exhausted from a day of utter laziness.

So rarely am I happy to relax and be lazy, but it was such a gloriously joyful day of giggling and no responsibilities, and made for the perfect end to a perfectly happy and wonderful weekend.



August 8, 2011

Weekend

Jared and I spent the weekend in Pittsburgh with really good friends. We ate. And ate. And ate. And talked. And ate. Also went to the movies and wandered around downtown. But there's no way I'd rather get to know the city than thru it's dining options. And based on the food, I was totally digging Pittsburgh.

I don't think I could ever live there because the curvy, hilly roads freak me the freak out. And literally make me nauseous. But. That aside, it's a cool city with lots going on, and some really beautiful views.

It's hard to be back in my cubicle prison, trying to sit in a way that does not hurt my very painful twinged neck, dreaming about Gramercy Park apartments.