So, parenting blogs are all expressions of our self-obssessed insecurity, eh?

Listen up, NYT assholes, listen good.

My blog is not about insecurity, or narcissism. It's a way for me to think out loud, to connect with other people, and to record what goes on in my world for me. I don't know or care how many people read it. Would I love to be Mimi or Heather or Leigh Anne? Yes, if only because they're funnier and more consistent authors than I. And sure, it must be kind of cool to have hundreds or thousands of people drooling at the keyboard, awaiting your next missive or witty bon mot. Does that make me insecure and self-centered?

Okay, maybe a little.

But I hate this stupid genre of stereotypes. IS YOUR KID A TWIXTER? DO YOU MOMMYBLOG? IS YOUR PRIEST FUCKING BUNNIES? Suddenly, a negative spotlight wielded by bored fools with nothing better to do is thrown upon a group of people, who may or may not deserve it. And somehow, even though the stories are expected to be "balanced," the group being typed comes out sounding like fools. (Okay, except the bloggers in this article, most of whom I would like to buy a margarita.)