Earlier this week, there was a very interesting blog post from That’s Not My Age. Do you read her blog? You should! Particularly (but not exclusively) if you’re over a certain, ahem, age. Lots of interesting debate around issues such as women in the media, age appropriate dressing, fashion and the older woman. (Though I didn’t agree with the recent assertion that pastels shouldn’t be worn past a certain age. Sod that, I’ll wear what I like!)
Anyway, the very interesting blog post was about – um – blogging and social media, following a lecture by a baroness and neuroscientist, Susan Greenfield. Two points from the lecture leapt out at me:
- That social media leads to obsessive behaviour.
- That it makes a person less empathetic.
Obsessive behaviour? Guilty as charged! Six Sorbettos, three Pendrells, two Burda sleeveless tops (so far), almost daily blog posts… I think we know where this is all leading. My Name Is Karen And I Am An Obsessive. Do I care? Only when early-morning sewing sessions leave me grumpy in the evenings, or if I’m in danger of annoying people.
Less empathy? Are you kidding? I SERIOUSLY disagree on this point – for the sewing online community at least. Sewing blogs allow me to see that I’m not the only person with body issues. They invite me into perspectives from all over the world. Bloggers regularly invite constructive criticism on their makes, and I have to think carefully how to voice my opinions.
I sympathise on the topics of narrow shoulders, full busts, long torsos, short torsos, flat bellies, round bellies, reconstructive surgery, post-pregnancy bodies, or that annoying shoulder that straps keep slipping off.
I also help people celebrate long legs, great chests, gorgeous hair, hourglass figures, impressive shoe collections, one-of-a-kind outfits – and some fabulous sewing and knitting!
Does this make me a vapid, self-absorbed, shallow as a puddle, insular people-hater? I don’t think so. My horizons have broadened immeasurably. I feel like a better person, having entered this community. Who knew? The world doesn’t begin and end with me.
Are there dangers in blogging or is it the best thing since sliced bread? Or is it somewhere inbetween? A slightly risky sandwich? Let me know what you think!