I’m aware it has been a while since my last post. An article was written this week by a journalist (not unknown for her acidic tone) much belittling what she termed ‘mummy bloggers.’ Her opinion seems to be that the internet and blogging, far from being hugely democratising tools which enable women who are normally voiceless to find company, humour and solace in the sometimes mundanity of motherhood, are shackling us to wittering on about cupcakes and knitting. It wasn’t really her article which stuck in my craw (she seems to use her pen as a great big excrement stirring spoon to generate ‘good copy’ and is pretty easily ignored) but the response to the article on Mumsnet, with many posters agreeing that blog are, for the most part, drivel. Total, boring, anti-feminist drivel.
It made me take a look at my own blog, its contents, and the reasoning for it in the first place. Is it a vacuous space, with one or two mediocre attempts at crafting and a few too many baby photos? Is it anti-feminist to blog about preserves, about quilting, about cakes? Well, it goes back to the question of quilting, baking, crafting being worthwhile pursuits. Do they have artistic merit? Require skill and experience? Are they worthy of sharing with other like-minded people? Are they -crucially- female in history, in current social consciousness? My answer to all of these questions is, of course, yes.
And it is perhaps that last question which is at the root of the problem: for if something is traditionally a woman’s job, craft, or skill, it is still belittled as a hobby, a past-time. If I blog about breastfeeding, I am not entering the arena of global healthcare, or socio-politics, but mindlessly blogging the personal. If I blog about quilting, or knitting, far from being worlds of colour, technique, beauty, self-expression, or art, I may as well ‘wear a burqua and shuffle.’ It is not anti-feminist to blog about motherhood and crafting. But it is very anti-feminist to deride those of us that do.