If Emily is the Queen o’ Memes, then her brother, Ian, must the Knight of Memes. He has just tagged me for Why I Blog, which I shall try to address below, and Emily recently tagged me for the 10 Best Compliments meme, which I have been avoiding for a while (because compliments are hard things for me) but which I now attempt to tackle. I don’t make ten, though.
Ian and Emily have two other siblings, Forsyth who blogs at Froshty Mugs (I beg you to read this post of hers) and Lindsay who is an artist. I have a slight bloggy crush on the whole family: one, because they are funny and I love funny; two, because they are all patently so fond of each other; three, because they are using their blogs to keep in touch and four, because they are not scared of words. Their posts are all wonderfully wordy. I love that. Ian and Emily even have a joint blog where they revisit events in their past separately but together.
I also come from a large family, but unlike theirs, there are no sisters and nobody blogs. Ideally, until someone in my family gets married, starts blogging or at least reading mine more than once every six months (you’d THINK, you really would), I would like Ian and Emily and Froshty and Lindsay to adopt me as a member of their family. I can provide charming nieces and a nephew, an outpost in Germany, a nifty line in cakes, a lackadaisical attitude to housework, an appreciation of wine and the ability to talk and laugh late into the night with no care for what tomorrow brings.
So, here is my adoption application, in the form of a double meme.
Knight o’ Memes, this is why I blog:
1. I love words.
2. I am addicted to the Publish button. When I first started blogging, I used to shake with adrenaline each time I clicked Publish. Now, I chase that initial high, but tragically for me it’s never been as good as those first few hits. I’ve gone cold turkey a few times, but I can’t resist its seductive charms.
3. I like being part of an avant-garde. I know that every Pam, Sue and Ally has a blog now, but even so, as a stay-at-home mother living in provincial Germany, being part of the blog-o-sphere gives me a thrill. I’m not on Facebook though, and I don’t have an avatar playing me in Second Life yet. But you never know.
4. It’s a bit silly. It’s like a playground for grown-ups, where we can have a bit of fun, make some new friends and not harm anyone. And it’s a wonderful way to avoid housework.
5. I have to blog in order to keep my English intact. I have English-speaking friends whose world has become so eingedeustched that they struggle to tell the two languages from einander. I want to avoid that. I want to keep my English pure, pure as the driven Schnee.
6. Oh, and I’m a stark raving narcissist, so in love with the content of my own navel that I like to share it with all the world. That too.
Queen o’ Memes, here are some compliments that I recall:
1. Today Lily told me that, unlike some ladies of my great age, I have managed to “keep my beauty”.
2. Yesterday, Ollie called me Papa. Today he ate four slices of an apple and almond cake baked by Papa – the selfsame cake rejected outright by his sisters for being “too nutty”.
3. I recently acquired a freelance job to ghost-write a book, with my blog serving as the writing sample.
4. I have German friends who speak far better English than I speak German, but I regard it as a compliment that German is the language of our friendship.
5. My best friend at school once told me I had high cheekbones (we were reading a lot of romance literature at the time, so that sounded like a great compliment, but when I told my grandmother, who was British and not into effusive floweriness, she said, “What’s good about having high cheekbones?”). Around that time, still in the romance-reading phase, I asked my mother what my best feature was. I was hoping I’d hear something along the lines of your beautiful eyes that reflect your soul, your Cupid’s bow lips, the delicate whorls of your ears. She replied, “Your hair.”
That’s all I can think of now. I hope you will consider my application.