Come on in, have a seat. Grab yourself something nummy to eat. We can talk about those cute clothes in the closet. I imagine there will be some discussion about gardening, painting or remodeling bits and pieces of a house. Got lots of books stacked by the bedside, so there’s plenty of reading in the wings. And writing? Gotta have it or else.
That’s my way of saying that Word Storm Casserole is the “hot pot” of my life: cream of succotash soup mixed with stuff, topped with more stuff, and popped into the oven of life for fifty-some years. Out comes a steaming hot Word Storm Casserole.
I suppose it’s a lifestyle blog, but I gotta tell you, lifestyle is a tired concept. Or, rather, it’s a tired sociological attempt at putting us humans into little groups. And then, of course, marketing to the group as if you (as a potential member of the group) are nothing but that group.
If you run around the interwebs like I do, you’ve definitely seen the mommy-bloggers and the family-bloggers and the this blogger and the that blogger. They’re known as “lifestyle bloggers” because they focus on the “lifestyle” of being parents, raising kids, and everything that encompasses.
Generally speaking, the mommy blogs and family blogs are written mostly by woman, and often stay at home moms. And these ladies do lifestyle really well. But to me, they do it within the confines of media/society/culture has decreed is the acceptable way to do lifestyle: fancy! foremost! amazing! you-can-too!
I can’t tell you the number of recipes I’ve seen that claim they are “the best ever.” As in the best ever in the history of everything. Clearly some writers need to understand the definition of “best ever” versus the colloquial interwebs hyperbolic understanding. Not. The. Same.
Essentially, most end up reading like pre-packaged lifestyle TV shows or newspaper columns rehash “in your own words.” And, after reading a whole hell of a lot of lifestyle blogs, it becomes incredibly boring and bland. And because there are mommies all over the world, the mommy bloggers have a bunch of followers and friends and make tons of money – so much so that their husbands quit their jobs to help with the blog. (An exaggeration, mostly. But not quite, because it does happen.)
After thinking about it for a good long time, I thought I’d write about the same thing.
- Minus perfectly polished pictures of me and the hubs and our newly refurbished (by us! but he did most of the work) master bathroom. There’s no hubs here, just me, and I’m awesome.
- Minus perfect family pictures. I do have a perfect family, but no pictures, sorry. And no cute kiddos unless my cats count – they do to me.
- Minus the declaration that god guides my every breath and is totally great with an undercurrent of god should guide you, too. He or she or it is great, and so are you, and so are we, and we are all together. To me, life is one amazing cosmic spiral dance, and I don’t need to shout. I just need to be me, and let my little light shine. Kumbaya, people.
Insert random video here:
There may be the occasionally discourse along the lines of why Flash Mobs became so popular. From about five years ago, this was one of the first I remember seeing. Nothing like a flash mob to jar you out mundane consciousness into a fantasy world of dance and sing along. Everybody join in!
Therefore, Word Storm Casserole is an (edited) stream-of-consciousness storm of words. The unedited version includes cussing, cosmic mumbo jumbo, and rants about how I hate everything or everybody including myself. You don’t need to read that self-hate or rants I just want to get out of my system. Nor do you need to read lists of things to do that I never seem to achieve because the list keeps going and going. You really don’t want to read most of that, unless I can make it snarky or humorous. Or add cute clothes and tasty chocolate treats.There will also be a flock of parentheses, a gang of dashes, and an assemblage of ellipses, too…
Oh, and if you’re planning on ranting in comments about how mean I’m being to mommy bloggers? Stop right there. Despite being jaded by the me, hubs, and baby blogs, I love and read ’em, especially when I find an interesting link on Pinterest. You people do good work. No. honestly. You. Do. Good. Work.
OK, got it? Word Storm Casserole is life, mushed together, topped with cheddar cheese, baked for fifty-three years at 350. Dig in! It’s soulfully satisfying.