I don’t count this as a lifestyle blog, but Lauren Sandler refers to “the blogosphere” more generally, saying it “…is about intimacy, not international market share; memoir, not magnates.” To the extent my blog is about memoir (who enjoys reading my old posts better than me, in a sadistic sort of a way – oops, accidental sex reference!), then I guess Lauren’s extrapolations apply to this blog too.
She’s right, in that we’re becoming obsessed with curating a gorgeous life that is perceived as desirable by others. She’s right to quote the statistics about women and sexual dysfunction. But I have trouble imagining that these things are linked; other than that they are activities engaged in (or omitted) by women. I think it’s wrong to generalise that women are enjoying shopping for sheets more than what goes on between the sheets for a number of reasons.
Tahi. I’m not convinced women enjoy shopping for sheets. They enjoy having nice sheets for aesthetic as well as sensual reasons. Well, that might be just me, but don’t worry, plenty more blatant generalisations ahoy.
Rua. Many blogs – lifestyle or otherwise – pick a particular focus and sex may not be even on the periphery of that focus. As far as memoir goes, there is often a nod to sex (in fact, I would venture to suggest that hinting that you have a wild, romantic, regular and satisfying sex life is part of the image that many bloggers seek to portray, striking envy in the hearts of many. Much easier to do with hints and pictures of your bearded lover than with a blow by blow or even a generic discussion).
Toru. Many bloggers have privacy concerns (should my blog mix with my family/friends or my work/colleagues?), and discussing more neutral matters on their blog is part of an image protection scheme should the different spheres merge. Also, there are usually two people involved in a sexual act – privacy extends further than for the blogger her or himself.
Maybe this just stems out of the problematic definitions of the word “lifestyle”, which Lauren notes was once a crap-mag euphemism for sex?
I thought about inserting a HOTTTTT XXXX RACY assertion/dissertation about my sex life here. It is an important dialogue for women to have, no doubt. But P would kill me. And clearly, I’m too bound up in the New Prudism.
By the way, did I tell you I have a new set of sheets?