Blogging About Children- Where Do You Draw The Line
The old Battle Axe post generated more than a few interesting comments. These got my attention:
“I can’t imagine any 12 year old boy having a mature thought like that or any 12 year old girl expecting a mature thought like that to pop into a potential boyfriend’s head. I’m sure both would be quite surprised if either was thinking like a 36-year-old Keats wannabe.”
A Keats wannabe. I like it.
“As a former 12-year-old girl”
Don’t ask me why, but I find that line to be funny. Makes me want to come up with some sort of sarcastic remark. The author of the line didn’t intend for it to be funny or for me to try and come up with any sort of sarcastic response, but as a former 12 year old boy who once pulled a girl’s pigtails…
It is a good question. How much information do we share about our children. I suppose that one day my children will read my blog and ask their grandparents why their father is the way he is. It’ll be a great opportunity to play the blame game.
I’ll blame my parents for screwing me up, They’ll blame their parents for screwing them up and we’ll all go on the Jerry Springer/Dr. Phil Variety Hour to discuss it.
treppenwitz November 29, 2007 at 8:22 pm
What I don’t post about my kids is what is important. I do recognize some boundaries, believe it or not. 🙂
Jack's Shack November 29, 2007 at 5:44 am
My poor husband on the other hand…
Every time I see him at Brent’s Deli I say that same thing to him. “Poor guy.” 😉
Now, Jack — I tend to enjoy the comments on my brothers’ blog more than the original post sometimes! 😉
There is a good crowd there.
Val November 29, 2007 at 4:09 am
Too funny, Crusin-Mom. Hey, he obviously didn’t read the fine print in your marraige contract!
Now, Jack — I tend to enjoy the comments on my brothers’ blog more than the original post sometimes! 😉
cruisin-mom November 29, 2007 at 3:17 am
I don’t blog a thing about my kids…of course one was an adult when I started blogging, and one is now an adult. I felt that this was MY blog, having nothing to do with them. My poor husband on the other hand…