Spoiler alert: A greeting card company would like you to buy stuff for your mom. The company milks the concept that motherhood and caregiving is a lot of work, but they’re milking it for the new millenium. Because instead of the card I gave my mom circa 1989 that listed out various jobs mothers stereotypically perform – chef, chauffeur, therapist, teacher, nurse – along with their salaries and then said something like, “You’re worth a million bucks! I love you, Mom!” motherhood is now the #WorldsToughestJob, you guys!
On the one hand, this is an ad by a greeting card company, not a principle-guided policy treatise, so there’s not much point in reading a lot into it.
That being said, it’s a great example of a larger cultural construct, namely “motherhood as joyous martyrdom” and that *is* worth looking at a little more closely. Only that would take a dissertation, not an 800 word blog post, so I’m going to stick to the point highlighted by this ad that strikes me as the most problematic. (Check out this piece and this piece if you’re interested in opinion pieces along the same line that deal with wider range of issues.)
Here’s my beef with “Motherhood: #WorldsToughestJob:” Motherhood is not a “job,” it’s a relationship.
This blog has a Facebook page. Which, I realize, isn’t saying much. Facebook is kind of like the formal living room of social media… Everyone feels like they should have one, including your 88 year old grandmother, simply because everyone has one. But as you’re sitting there, flipping through highly curated announcements of personal achievements and pictures of babies, vacations, and parties, you kind of wonder how much engagement and exchange of ideas can really happen when everything is so posed. The really interesting bits of people rarely peek out when they’re worried about messing up the furniture.
This all makes me wonder how much longer it will be before Facebook goes the way of AOL.
But, for now, Facebook still matters which is a bummer, especially if you’ve got a blog or business page. Why? Because Facebook tries to get you to pay money for people to see your posts. If you don’t pay, some of your posts are only seen by literally, like, seven people no matter how many people like your page.
Last night I got sucked into the Internet, as one does, and read through several acrimonious comment sections. The most common kind of dismissive comment went along these lines:
“I will never get the last 2 minutes of my life back. Stop writing pointless drivel on the Internet and GET A JOB!”
This type of response perplexes me. Obviously the commenter didn’t like the post. And not just “Meh, ::: click back button :::” passive dislike. They were actively rankled by the post to the point where they felt the need to finish reading the piece, fill out the “Name / email / website” portion of a comment form, write a comment, read follow up comments, respond to follow up comments, and generally keep up some prolonged e-yelling. So it’s not like the commenter fundamentally doesn’t “get” that people like to engage in discussion on the Internet.
You know “Let It Go” from Disney’s “Frozen?” Or, as my almost six year old calls it before one of the 295,820 times a day she sings it, “the Frozen lady song?”
No? Well, person who apparently lives under a rock, today is your lucky day. Here are some fun facts about “Let It Go:”
1. “Let It Go” was written by lyricist Kristen Anderson-Lopez and composer Robert Lopez. Robert Lopez is one of only a handful of artists to complete the EGOT (Emmy Grammy Oscar Tony) quad-fecta (totally a word). He won a Tony for “Avenue Q,” a Grammy for “The Book of Mormon,” an Oscar for “Let It Go,” and an Emmy for… wait for it… [Read more…]
A couple of weeks ago, dozens of students at a Utah elementary school sat down to eat school lunch, only to have their lunches confiscated and thrown away because their parents were behind on their lunch accounts.
I was surprised to learn in the resultant internet firestorm that the Utah incident is far from isolated. Denying food to kids whose families are behind on their lunch bills is apparently a thing. A whole variety of schools either deny kids lunch outright or provide them with a stop-gap meal, such as a plain cheese sandwich, that’s easily identifiable by peers as meant for kids who can’t afford lunch.
I do a pretty killer Eeyore impression.
I am of the opinion that if I can’t unselfishly read something and respond to it in a genuine and generous manner then I have no business being around anything resembling a comments section.
Yet sometimes I find myself reading through blogs or social media and all I can think is, “So and so’s travelling Europe and looking fabulous while doing it. Such and such just had a baby. That one kid from middle school who I’m Facebook friends with for reasons I forget just passed the bar. That woman just crafted a heart wrenching yet hilarious blog post. And the biggest accomplishment of my day was not getting any coffee stains on my white shirt. Because of course it was. If anyone needs me I’ll be over here in the corner eating worms.”
Blog monetization perplexes me. Don’t misunderstand: I have no issue with bloggers trying to make money from their writing. NONE. Many of my favorite blogs are monetized. But for me the current landscape of blog monetization is up there with the plot of “Inception.”
According to my thoroughly unscientific study involving listening to e-scuttlebutt and reading a bunch of blogs, monetization seems to happen in five main forms: “launching pad,” ad space, affiliate links, “tipping,” and sponsorship. Combination or hybridization of these forms is common.
|Women’s bodies: corrupting men since
ancient times. Clearly this chick is
asking for it.
Have you read the viral blog post “FYI (if you’re a teenage girl)”? It’s a pretty standard, “Hey women! Stop tempting men by looking/dressing/being sexy! We can deduce your righteousness from your attire!”
The text of the post aims squarely at shaming emotionally vulnerable teenage girls who are exploring their budding sexuality by posting regrettable duckface selfies on Facebook. Those types of pictures, the post’s author argues, will earn young girls an immediate block from her sons’ social media accounts because they tempt her sons and she wants to raise men of strong moral character. [Read more…]
But for me? Right now? I can’t stop thinking about how Pavlovian my “share” reflex can be. I’m all for awesome content getting the readership it merits but this makes me feel like I need a bath.