Blogging is seeming so 2008 lately, isn’t it? Vlogging (video-blogging, Mom) is where it’s at these days. Everyone is hopping on the vlog bandwagon. They’re vlogging about husbands and kids and friendships. They’re vlogging about breastfeeding and childbirth and sex. They’re vlogging about everything. But I’m not. And I won’t be.
What I love about blogging is that I can do it at two o’clock in the morning and nobody needs to know that my hair hasn’t been washed in three days. The five pounds I’ve recently gained thanks to too many Cadbury Eggs can remain unseen and you can all envision me in skinny jeans and cashmere sweaters rather than my impressive collection of black yoga pants and old college sweatshirts.
I enjoy connecting here through words alone. It’s what separates my real life friends from my blog friends. Just sitting on my couch watching someone speak without getting a word in edge-wise? Hello? I’m married, thank you very much. I can get that live and in person.
And how about the disappointment? Once you’ve been reading for a while and built a blogger up, it’s so sad to have that image shattered. I’d hate to do that to my readers. You know Delilah, that cheezy radio host? Well, my impression of her was shot to hell when I saw an interview with the Amazon woman herself. She was far from what I had imagined and “Love Songs and Dedications” haven’t quite been the same since. To quote the fabulous Valerie Cherish of HBO’s short lived The Comeback, I don’t need to see that!
I’ve learned the hard way never to say never where my blog is concerned. It’s far too easy to be proven wrong, but I just don’t see the vlog thing happening here. Or, at least not until I have a kick ass wardrobe, lose 20 pounds and can stand the way my recorded voice sounds. So, yeah… pretty much never. And you can quote me on that.