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Saturday, January 26, 2008

I have all these things stored up (not least the week-long tutorial in butchering, rendering, marinating, rendering again, packing, and eventual preparation of Duck Confit tomorrow night. I drool. Also? Am amazed at the amount of fat two ducks can hold.), but haven’t quite gotten here before being sidetracked by, well, life. Pictures soon, and stories.

What finally reduced me to a spineless pool of Mindy was the content of my Google alerts. I don’t know that I want them any more.

You know what I’m talking about - I bet you have some sort of search set up that looks for mentions of your business or name so that you can track press, etc. If you don’t, pretend you do. Now pretend that the name you’ve chosen for your business has become part of the modern vernacular, and that, in short, you are the Kleenex of the Blogosphere.

“Mommy Blog” is a probably in the dictionary by now. “The Mommy Blog” is damn near meaningless and has been co-opted by everyone and their sister. Not only that, “Mommy Confidential” has come in vogue. There are blogs now called Mommy Confidential, or bloggers who call themselves that. I’ve even seen Wonderbelly all over the place, sometimes in major newspapers and going online concerns. It’s a little deflating. Who wants to lawyer up for that? Also? Who wants to be confused with others who just set up shop last Tuesday but are who people find when they look for you?

In case this hasn’t sunk in, I’ve been writing The Mommy Blog, have done since 2002, and have published a book called Mommy Confidential: Adventures from the Wonderbelly of Motherhood. My bad.

This morning’s alert was the last straw. There’s a new Mommy Confidential in town, and she’s quite the swinger.

I thankyew.

said on...
01.26.08 at 11:16 AM |

Inconceivable! That really sucks.

“butchering, rendering, marinating, rendering again, packing, and eventual preparation of Duck Confit tomorrow night.”

Now that just sounds like a lot of work that I’d rather just pay some one else to do, but then again, I don’t like to cook.

robertsgirl1 said on...
01.26.08 at 07:49 PM |

Mindy, Mindy, Mindy,

A little perspective, please. I certainly feel for you, but rest assured—I just googled “Mommy Confidential” and you filled at least the first 3 pages of results. Just you, yourself and your man (they threw in “The Road Letters” just for fun).

Google “chunkyrhino”, though, and you get the “did you mean______” prompt. Thaaaat’s right. So obscure that they feel surely you’ve stumbled upon it by accident.

Oh how I weep for you.