It was my birthday last week. Back when I was a prolific, several times a week blogger, I offered reports on my birthday, all of them terrible. For years I was convinced that my birthday was a day set aside to haunt me, to remind me of the constant specter of death.
This is why people don’t usually invite me to parties.
Miraculously, though, I was invited to a party this Halloween! I dressed as the most irritating character on “Orange is the New Black,” Alex Vause.
No one at the party watched the show.
Do you ever feel like you’re that person at the party? The one who mentions death at the dessert table? The one whose costume is a little bit off?
I’ve been blogging as The Radical Housewife since 2006. A lot has changed in the last decade, including the rise and fall of blogging as media outlet and/or platform, or as some call it, “brand.” From the jump I loved writing about the things that interested me: feminism, parenting, pop culture, grief, joy, reproductive rights, Minnesota politics, body image, Courtney Love, Hillary Clinton, NOW, and books books books–especially my own.
People don’t read or write blogs that much anymore. I know I don’t. When my attention span is short and cranky, I go to Twitter. When I have the luxury of four sentences and a photo of my kids doing something cute, I go to Facebook. There doesn’t seem to be as much space for the long form noodling that connected so many interesting people via MySpace, Blogger, and LiveJournal back in the day.
Take me for example: I never wrote to make a living off of ad revenue, but I did want to connect. I did want to build SOMETHING of a “brand,” which I assumed would lead to the ego fulfillment that I felt was my American birthright. In the blogosphere, I could create my own costume! I deserved to be invited to ALL THE PARTIES, dammit!
I was invited to a few, and for that I am very grateful. I found my nonfiction voice and an audience, and I did what my high school yearbook promised I’d do (that would be to get published, NOT marry Holden Caulfield).
This isn’t my goodbye post, by the way. A presidential election is less than a year away–do you think I want to squander that opportunity
to build my brand …er, join the party?? In fact, I might just throw myself a party to celebrate the ten-year anniversary of The Radical Housewife.
Don’t worry, you’ll be invited.