with Mir Kamin
I'm a freelance writer and mother of two working from home, which theoretically means I can set my own schedule so as to best accommodate my family. In reality, "flexible hours" often equals "working too much." Yes, I'm my own boss; no, that doesn't mean life is easy. It's hard to leave the office when you live there. But I love what I do and feel very lucky. And not just because I get paid to work in my pajamas.
To learn more about Mir, check out her profile on Work It, Mom! or visit her blog at http://www.wouldashoulda.com/
I don’t know if you know this, but I’m kind of a big deal.
Writing that makes me laugh. A few weeks ago I met up with some friends for coffee, and met another parent from my daughter’s school for the first time. When she asked me what I do, before I could respond, one of my friends said, “She’s a famous blogger!” I laughed and leaned in, conspiratorially.
“It’s true,” I said. “I am totally famous… on the Internet.” We all had a good laugh.
There is a reason I write for a living, from my home office. There’s a reason I don’t often tell people what I do. I enjoy relative anonymity, here in my small(ish) town. And that’s the way I like it. I think it would be a drag to have people recognize me at Publix while I’m trying to select a cantaloupe. I have friends and colleagues who are much more “known” than I am, and that suits me just fine.
Perhaps it’s because I generally enjoy flying below the radar that receiving an award makes me feel… kind of bad.
This weekend, Babble.com announced their Top 50 Mom Blogs for 2010. For the second year in a row (last year was their first year doing the list), my personal blog not only made the list, but was pegged as their top pick for “Most Confessional.” (For the second year in a row, my first reaction was the same: “How in the world is this not Heather?)
Anyway. It’s an honor, and I am touched to be in such awesome company on the list. Of course. It’s a little surreal for me, because when it comes to other blog awards, I am never a contender. Which is fine. I’m just not… one of those bloggers whose readers are all “we are going to vote for you until our fingers fall off!” or whatever. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) But the point is that I don’t win stuff when it comes to popular vote, because I generally eschew campaigning, plus I am simply not of the same rock-star caliber as the folks who do win those things.
So. Babble has humbled me for the second year in a row, and down in my soft pink parts of my mostly-blackened heart, I am deeply pleased to be appreciated.
But. As soon as the list came out, the complaints started. Twitter is a great place to watch people kvetch, by the way (second only to Facebook).
“Oh look, it’s a Babble list with all the same people on it, AGAIN.”
“Guess who’s NOT on the Babble list? Oh yeah!”
“How about Babble comes up with a list of unknown bloggers? I’ll be first!”
“Know what would be awesome? If anyone paid some attention to THE REST OF THE BLOGOSPHERE.”
I get it; sometimes it does feel like the same people are recognized over and over. I’m just not entirely sure what people not on the list are thinking they’re missing out on. I got… a badge! And a warm fuzzy feeling for the 7.5 minutes between when I found out and when people started bitching about the list. I’m sorry if people are feeling hurt about not being included (seriously). I’m even more sorry if people assume that being on the list—particularly for those of us who were on the list last year—is some weird kind of default for “the elite” and automatically taints our cred. I don’t think that’s true, either. It’s just a list. I am just a writer doing what I do, as (I assume) are the other 49 writers on the list, and the countless masses of awesome bloggers out there who aren’t on the list.
(Liz had the greatest response ever to this, by the way. Love that woman.)
I don’t want to have to apologize for being recognized. And I don’t want people to feel bad, either. I just want to do my thing, and you do your thing, and we all recognize that sometimes a badge is just a badge. That badge and a buck will get me a cup of crappy coffee, y’know?
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