The Wall Street Journal recently interviewed a blogger about her writing and her parenting and her conference attendance and thought it would be awesome to twist it around to make it look like she and other women bloggers couldn't wait to use blogging conferences as an excuse to abandon their husbands and children and finally have some ME time.
Here's the graphic they made to accompany the article.
"I apologize to all the women who feel minimized and condescended to by the piece, in particular the graphics that accompany it," writes Katherine Stone about the interview. "I know we all don’t lay around in our hotel rooms on the ground gorging ourselves on crap. In fact I’ve racked my brain to think if I’ve ever laid on the floor of a hotel room for any reason, and I can’t come up with a single instance."
You know what? If I ever attend an out-of-town conference and spend the whole day networking and learning and teaching and enriching myself, I deserve to retire to my hotel room, turn on the TV, raid the minibar, and stretch out on the floor with my tiny bottle of wine and a tasty, tasty Toblerone.
The WSJ is a douche for assuming that this is all that female blog conference attendees do, but the attendees are wrong for looking down on the ones who actually do go dancing and use Twitter. You know what's fun? Blowing raspberries on my toddler's tummy and hearing her laugh. You know what's also fun? Being alone and peeing without an audience. Both are fun. Both of them. Parenting is exhausting and important and fulfilling, and homemaking is exhausting and important and fulfilling, and paid work is exhausting and important and fulfilling, and building up your business is exhausting and important and fulfilling, and relaxing and rejuvenating is important and helps the rest of it all happen.

Over on SixYearItch.com, Liz Henry wrote what I'm sure felt like a clever and thought-provoking critique of the debacle, making sure to point out how insulting it was that the WSJ lumped all women bloggers into the mommy category. Because, you know, they aren't all just stay-at-home moms. They're working moms. Who do important shit along with all that parenting.
"Earlier this week, The Wall Street Journal took it upon themselves to not only lump in all women that write online as mom bloggers (they all have a uterus right?), but to label the conferences and business trips that women bloggers go on as the “Mommy Business Trip.” The type of trip stay-at-home moms book just so they can get the hell out of dodge and, finally, leave their children and partners behind. Otherwise, you can find them cleaning, cooking and generally slowly dying of the Feminist Mystique.
... I can understand Katherine wanting to write something, but obviously it’s the Journal that should be apologizing for continuing the myth that women’s work should be done for free and with a smile. And, subsequently, that whenever women invest in themselves and their work, it’s either financed by their husbands (who really work) or should be taken as seriously as knitting; a fun arts and crafts diversion to make it through the hell of everyday."
Because, you know, no one should ever take knitting seriously. Or arts and crafts. Maybe if you paint something that ended up in a museum, then it's ART. But if it's just a lowly sweater you're going to put on your kid to keep her warm in the winter, that's a CRAFT, bitch.
If what I do in my own home got the credit and dignity it deserved, the Wall Street Journal wouldn't be using it to trivialize women bloggers, and women bloggers wouldn't be rushing to make sure people didn't think mothering and homemaking is all they did.
I am god-damned proud of what I do in my home, what I try to do in my home, what I aspire to do in my home. I am not a "just" or an "only," and I do not have to apologize for being thought of as a casual blogger who otherwise cooks and cleans and likes to crochet a fucking amigurumi toy. You want to be taken seriously? Take ALL OF US seriously. Everything we do matters. All of it.
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