Break ups are never easy. Should I, shouldn’t I. How will the other person react? But in this relationship it is completely one sided and I was the only one with the angst.
It pains me to say that it’s time for Mia Freedman and I to break up. Well myself and her websites anyway!
For years I admired Mia (I still do) and hung on every word she wrote daily on her website, a blog essentially. I bought her books, I kept track of her tweets. I loved her sense of humour that came through in HER writing and I loved that she wasn’t afraid to say the word fuck.
There were the haters, but they were easily ignored as she continued to pump out great content for us all to read.
But then it changed. Mamamia slowly but surely grew. And grew. And grew. Until Mia was no longer blogging, she was running a ‘women’s network corporation’ and no doubt taking home a tidy pay packet.
She’s ambitious, and clearly successful and who could begrudge that.
But I started to tire of the repetitive posts, the anonymous housewife cheating on her husband, the comparing of Duchess Kate to Princess Mary.
And the one that finally moved my mouse to click Unlike…. Calling Rebel Wilson out for lying about her age.
C’mon Mia… You’ve spent your whole career championing ‘girl power’ and then you publicly diss Rebel, our Rebel, about her real age and real name. Who the fark cares!
And so when the latest Mamamia announcement was made this week that the multiple sites they run would be consolidated and Mamamia would be branching out into ‘consultancy’ because blogging and specifically “mummy blogging” is dead, I found myself shaking my head like perplexed mother does when their child does or says something ridiculous.
I actually completely beg to differ when it comes to personal blogs. I’m enjoying them more than ever. I’d much rather read about Mrs Woog throwing a tennis ball at a cat, or watching BabyMac recreate a scene from Masterchef. (Both hilarious and highly recommended reading & viewing!)
Why? Because it’s real. They/we open up our lives. Bloggers share their stories, their lives, their families. We relate. We cry. We laugh. Together.
So while it pains me to declare to my once idol, (who obviously doesn’t give a hoot about me!!!), Mia I’m just not that into you anymore, I am enjoying people’s personal blogs more than ever.
Long live blogging.