(Start with "Monday" if you can. Who knows? One day I might win the Nobel Prize for blogging and you'll want to say you were a part of every single word of it. Okay, I probably won't. Definitely. But I think you'll enjoy the posts anyway.) So what were we talking about? Oh right. The goings-on at these support forums. I didn't have a moment yesterday to mention baby dust. And I feel I must.
If you happen not to frequent these online infertility chats: Baby dust (geez like 5 times I almost wrote "angel dust" which is something totally different. I don't think anyone ever snorted baby dust. Though if it there were a .00001 % chance it could get you pregnant we'd probably all be on our hands and knees in the ladies room doing a couple of parallel lines worth.)
Anyway...Baby dust is what women on these sites are always hurling at each other in hopes that it will get their online buddies pregnant. They usually end a post with something to the effect of: "Sending all of you lots of baby dust!"
I think this is an incredibly sweet gesture of sisterly love and a great testament to the heart-felt bonds that grow on these sites between women in their true time of need. But a few things worry me about this baby dust.
1) What is it actually? Is it like pollen? Or second-hand smoke? How do we know we're not well-wishing someone straight into a full-blown asthma attack?
2) Is it like candy corn? "Oh GD. Not another bag of baby dust. What am I going to do with all of it? Now some fell on the floor. Great! Now I'll never get rid of it... like glitter."
3) Who's responsible for sweeping the baby dust up at the end of the day?
I have images similar to one New Year's Eve when I walked through a deserted, confetti infested Times Square at 12:05 A.M.
Are there hundreds of pissed-off webmasters, hunched over with dust-busters late into the night, mumbling to themselves?: "Throwing baby dust. That's all these women do. Nobody cares that I have to clean this crap up. I need a union."
No, I don't think there really are a lot of webmasters pissed-off at the baby dust. I do however think a few of these sites have pissed off people running them. So, what are they so angry about? Ah... a topic for tomorrow. tomorrow?
Listen I gotta go. I loved loved loved watching "Chopped Masters" on Tuesday nights. It ended last week. And I'm not doing well. Not well at all. I may have to check myself into an in-patient facility.
I'll talk with ya again tomorrow.