A woman who writes crap on the internet, & occasionally reads stuff too.

As is plainly obvious I haven’t been blogging much lately.

No particular reason, maybe partly because I don’t want to say the same things that others may be talking about.

Like politics or gender inequality or why the fuck does Tony Abbott wear speedos?  (not really a hot topic..but it so should be!!)

Because what’s the point of clogging up the interwebs with more even more webs that go nowhere & ultimately change nothing?

I also haven’t been commenting on my favourite blogs that I used to read.

Note I said used to.

That’s because I haven’t even been reading them.

For every 1 that gives me a thought-provoking read, I’ll find 10 more telling me about products & giveaways & freebies (providing you do a/b/c to get it).

It’s getting a bit tired.

I’ve followed a lot of my favourite bloggers on Twitter & Facebook.

I find Twitter an easier, more open way to communicate with them & others.

And I’ve come across some insightful, intelligent, articulate people.

Not necessarily bloggers.  Just people.  People with opinions & morals & ethical boundaries & questioning minds.

These people are happy to engage in conversation, whether it’s trivial or serious, they welcome the interaction.

Not so some bloggers.

Because I’m not a well followed or high-profile blog I do not come into their radar.  At all.

But nor do I as a reader.  At all.

So who are these bloggers talking to?  Well, it appears that answer is easily arrived at.

Those in the clique.

Because there is always a clique.

School.

Work.

Mothers groups.

Sporting clubs.

Blogging.

EVERY.FUCKING.WHERE.

I have come to the conclusion that I am neither a blogger nor a reader.

I’m A woman who writes crap on the internet & occasionally reads stuff too.

And damn proud of it.

Mrs D.