There are blogs and there are blogs. Some are a wonderful example of creative writing, or interesting content, some are informative. And others are mind-numbingly mundane.
AIBU to glaze over at the term "mummy blogger"? Who finds time to read about someone's child having another loose nappy, someone's DH working away for the night, someone deciding beside casserole or curry for tea? More to the point, who is interested? Is this where feminism has brought us? To furiously pen journals about the boring minutae of our day and expect audiences to hang on every word?
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for keeping blogs as our own personal diaries, but surely we aspire to be more than (one of thousands of) "mummy bloggers"?