So, a friend of mine casually asked why I’ve decided to start this blog… at first my response was, “You’re kidding, right? Isn’t it obvious?”
But as I lay in bed later that night, I viewed her question introspectively…just why am I blogging about this? Aren’t there enough Mommy Bloggers out there? There are certainly enough health & fitness ladies chatting away about their granola recipes and organic ingredients, and I know there are enough Foodies out there to feed the world. So what could I possibly have to offer and just why would I want to offer it in the first place?
Well, based on my response on Facebook, I think I may have found an underrepresented demographic…Sure, there are plenty of Martha Stewart wannabees, but don’t most working women, deep down, really resent those Polly Perfects with their ironed-with-a-spritz-of-lavender garments and their prize-winning cutie-pie cupcakes? And, sure some of us may watch the cooking show, but how many of us actually have time (or the desire) to spend hours driving around from Whole Foods and Fresh Market to our local farmer’s market to hunt down all those ingredients before getting every dish in the kitchen dirty and piled high trying to prepare it?
I don’t know about you, but somehow LIFE just doesn’t work that way for me!
Time Factor (Or lack thereof)
I work fulltime and then have a kid and husband to tend to…hell, there are plenty of days when I feel like telling them to figure out dinner for themselves that I am just TOO TIRED! And once the weekend comes, I don’t want to spend much of it vacuuming, dusting, doing windows or scrubbing toilets. Do you?
Not the sexual kind, but rather the domestic kind. I think the powers-that-be robbed me of this a long time ago…not sure I was even born with this gene. My mother never learned to cook–ate out at Morrison’s Cafeteria most days, where the long-time waiting staff knew her family by name. Her mother never learned to cook either, so truly the women in my family lack this trait honestly. So, if I never had the pleasurable experience of stirring a pot of pudding while my mother lovingly pats my head, then I probably am not going to start stirring any pots now that I’m an adult.
Damned Domestic Deities
Yeah, this will cause me to get religion real quick: The firm belief that there are actual Damned Domestic Dieties (I call them the Triple D’s–it will be our dirty little secret!) and they are actually plotting against any effort I make to domesticate myself. Not that it happens often, but on the occasional blue moon when I do try something in the kitchen, some bizarre accident or quirk of fate provides proof there is underhanded mischief afoot in my house. (My attempts at domestication do not happen often, just when my husband complains we’re eating out too much but yet I am still craving Chilean Sea Bass! See pictures below during a recent episode.)
So, combine a lack of time with a low desire to domesticate myself and add in the mystical forces of the universal working against me, and you have your basic Undomesticated Diva.
But, guess what? There are a whole bunch of us out there…so perhaps this is a call for us to unite, be counted, and make our voices be heard! Not sure what we want to say just yet….except that maybe it’s okay to NOT want to be a Martha Stewart wannabe, to not have ever watched Celebrity Chef or to not be able to name the channel that carries Better Homes & Garden. It’s okay to despise doing laundry and to not even own a mop… we’re still good people, right?
So, Undomesticated Divas, let’s stand and be heard! Shout our mantra to the sky: “We can’t cook and hate to clean!”
And then look yourself in the mirror and smile…because delivery is on the way!