It may not be the most original idea to come along, but I'll bet at some point there will be an organization of blogaholics taking heat from friends, relatives, employers and even their own children for neglecting real life in the name of the blog. Working their recovery programs will be a real trick since twelve-step meetings are likely to take place in online chat rooms, putting the addict right back in front of his/her monitor where the problem began in the first place. I've had the luxury of being able to spend much of my weekdays making something out of nothing, i.e., "Sandwich 365". I mean really, I'm no chef, I don't have a treasure of recipes I've perfected over time or original sandwich concoctions to share with the world. To many (even sometimes to me) a blog about sandwiches seems frivolous and even kind of stupid, but in retrospect, the idea was an accidental good fit for the world of blogs because "foodies" are one of a handful of segregated groups blogging today in huge numbers. Mommy bloggers are big too, followed by travel bloggers, blogs about politics, bloggers who blog about blogging itself and every newspaper and/or magazine publication is obliged to have a blog site in order to capture online readership and drive traffic to their actual publication. Since I'm not a Mommy, a world traveler, a blog expert or a newspaper/magazine, I guess I'm in the right place. But I can't help feeling like there's a void in the blogging world that may or may not be important to fill. That is people who are over the age of 50 and think they're still 30.
I did a little research and found a small blogging faction termed "elder bloggers", YUK! It's a legitimate term, and there are a lot of folks out there over 50 and blogging, but "elder blogger"? The term does nothing for me but make me repel. What I'd like to find or start myself is a network of old hippies who never managed to completely grow out of their hippiedum. Who still have a sense of humor, and who aren't interested in blogging about topics like social security, Medicare, politics or recent hip replacement surgery, ugggg, give me a break. Those are important dialogues sure, but where are all the people I used to hang out with and go to wig-outs with? Can they all have turned into curmudgeons who are happy to drone on about their SS checks and the like? I've hated the process of growing as old as I have and losing my waist, my sense of fun and freedom, and well, freedom. Don't be surprised if one day soon you see a new network of bloggers called "maturprenures" or some other more appealing name. What do you think?
