Comments on: Why I Keep Reading

By: Anne

Anne — Sat, 10 May 2008 05:37:59 +0000

@Pea: I, too, have had the same reservations. We just don’t know and will have to eagerly await the repercussions. I think it will be extremely interesting, though.

@TP: I know. I would have loved to have been born later—-to have grown up in the 1990s, in the Internet era.

@Katie: I obviously agree. If I had a child, I would totally be blogging about our lives.

@Lauren: Just wait until E looks you up on the Internet, or the Internet archive.

@TP, again: Hm. I think it depends upon how you are raised, and how you, as a child (and now as a parent) were raised, as to how you would want to interact with your child. I would still, at this late an age, feel strange with calling my mom by her first name, as opposed to “mom”. You’re bringing in a totally different psychology.

By: The Partner

The Partner — Fri, 09 May 2008 21:14:09 +0000

You can get to know your parents when you stop looking at them as just that. They are not parents. They are people. Calling them by their first name usually helps melt that away.

I have also found if you share some intimate moments, they are more likely to do the same. If you can’t be vulnerable around your own family, who can you then?

By: Lauren

Lauren — Tue, 06 May 2008 23:39:22 +0000

I think one of the coolest things as a mom and daughter is knowing that there’s that time in late adolescence when you realize that your parents are people — THEY ARE PEOPLE! OMG! — and suddenly, despite whatever issues you’ve had in your interpersonal relationship, you want to know more about their internal lives. One thing I’ve always wished I had is a better idea of who my folks were when they were younger. I can get an occasional story, something vague and descriptive, but I think it’s really something special when you get to the meat of who your parents are. Shit, up until then they’re just your evil, oppressive parents.

By: Katie

Katie — Tue, 06 May 2008 15:29:45 +0000

I loved this! Being a mother comes with so many beautiful moments, and sharing them, or just keeping a written record of them is wonderful. Her daughter may resent her for it, but that resentment could be traded for any number of things that daughters blame their mothers for. I say keep going, it’s a great thing to do!

By: The Partner

The Partner — Tue, 06 May 2008 01:31:50 +0000

The post was great! Thanks for sharing.

I can’t wait to see what will be said about the child once they start their own blog and trackback to their mother’s. That’s when the relationship will start getting interesting.

Writers breed writers!

By: pea

pea — Mon, 05 May 2008 17:55:17 +0000

Yeah, hi. Me again. Actually took the time to read the linked entry and now I see that my comment, written before I did something so bold as to actually understand what the hell was being discussed before commenting, doesn’t really make much sense. Anyway. Part of my sentiment does still stand, and I do sincerely hope all those thousands of pages don’t cause too much trouble with their relationship.

But still, whatever it does say about me, so much information about the child’s life being on the web makes me uncomfortable. Would I make that choice? I sincerely doubt it, but whether other people choose to do so is not really any of my business.

A few weeks ago someone told me that estimates of the revenue brought in from her web site is almost half a million dollars. Hard to imagine. But I do hope it’s true.

By: pea

pea — Mon, 05 May 2008 17:41:55 +0000

I don’t tend to read Dooce often, simply because I’ve never been able to feel any sort of connection to her, but I’ve never quite understood the animosity that she receives. If people don’t like what she writes, well, the answer to me seems simply enough: Stop visiting her site!

I do hope she’s right though and that Leta doesn’t resent so much of her childhood being given over to the internet. I think, if I’m completely honest, that that’s the part that bothers me. It’s one thing to put your life out there, it’s another to put your child’s when he/she has no say in the matter. I guess we’ll see how it all plays out, huh?