I spent much of the morning clicking the hell out of the NaBloPoMo Randomiser and learned three things:
1. If you think the most interesting thing you do is either knit or scrapbook or either one of those words appear in the title of your blog, you are sad. These are fine hobbies, but, unless you own a yarn factory, they are not passions.
2. I, along with much of the world, am not impressed by the simple fact that you have children. Making babies is an exceedingly normal, even cliché thing to do that, like knitting, does not make you interesting.
3. Guys don’t blog.
It was the third point that kept me clicking. Over the course of maybe an hour total, I Randomised my way to the blogs of exactly two other men. One was 54 years old and quite interesting; the other seemed like a complete dork. He could be a cool guy, but he sure didn’t write like one. I’ve never really been a guy’s guy (meaning I don’t laugh at either Larry the F’n Cable Guy or Tim Allen), but I’ve also never really gotten into knitting, scrapbooking, or child-worship and I will never, ever describe myself as a foodie. We all eat food and enjoy it. Again, not interesting.
All of this blog-surfing has led me to the following conclusion: The average blogger is female and only has time to blog because she doesn’t have anything else to do because even she must be tired of knitting. This excepts, of course, the blogs I regularly read and comment on, all authored by fascinating and otherwise occupied people. I know there are blogs out there of the male persuasion, some of which are linked from the few blogs I regularly visit, but we seem to be a very small minority. What’s up, fellas? There are enough Carrie Bradshaw wannabes out there in blogland, so do your part!
I just totally invalidated my Man Card with that last reference, didn’t I? That’s all right; the results of my personality test in 11th grade psychology class came up androgynous, anyway. It just means I have a penis but I’m a good listener. Go figure.