I am a parent of a young child and as such am interested in topics related to parenting young children. Interested is perhaps the wrong word. I’m practical. I have a kid. I love my kid. I want her to have a good childhood. I could feed my kid microwave popcorn while researching my fantasy football league, reading “The Economist,” and watching “The Walking Dead” and just cart her off to her bedroom at whatever time I happen to notice she’s passed out on the floor. But that’s terrible parenting. So I put those things on hold when my kid is around and try to be on top of and informed about parenting stuff like cooking, bed times, laundry, and Dora.
The mommy blogosphere is a place where it’s easy to forget one of life’s great truths: It’s not okay to act like a dick.
There’s so much passion, commitment, and different sleep deprived personalities all roiling around these issues that ultimately – given that there exists famine, disease, war, and all manner of other heart stoppingly grave issues – in and of themselves are not actually go-to-the-mat-life-definingly important. But since parenting as a whole is so important people get swept up in the details, emotions run high, and all of a sudden you find yourself reading a heated yet heartfelt testimonial / mission statement on the life altering horrors of plastic sippy cups complete with barbed personal insults aimed at the evil doers who comprise the pro-sippy cup opposition.