(Start with "Monday" if you can. It will help make some sense of this crazy, mad-cap blogging week) So, what were we talking about? Oh right. In honor of both National Infertility Awareness Week and the first anniversary of this blog, Laughing IS Conceivable, one thing we're doing is taking a look back at some of my fave posts along the way and commenting on why I wrote the damn thing in the first place, who hated the idea, etc
So yesterday I posted one from last October: "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Infertility Support Forum". (Take a look if you haven't already)
I'll be honest: I wasn't sure I should write on that topic. Infertility support forums are such a big thing I knew eventually I had to talk about them. But when people post on those sites, they're usually at their most emotional. I didn't want to make fun of people being on their last raw nerve.
If you've read this blog before, you've probably noticed that I avoid the real tragedies of infertility altogether and try to focus more on the ridiculous aspects of it.
Although I do find baby dust amusing. It always reminds me of some glittery confetti that would be stuck in my hair forever.
Then I stumbled across a moderator on one of the forums. I requested to join this one group. I knew it was a mistake from the beginning.
I always read about a group before I ask to join. If the person who wrote it sounds pissed, I know we're all in trouble. And this woman was angry. She was basically yelling and venting and yelling some more through the whole "Welcome" page.
I think even as I clicked to apply for membership I was saying to myself: "Don't do it Lori. Just don't do it." But I did it.
One of the things this nut-job requested from everyone who applied to join was a little essay on "Who I am and Why I want to join this group"
I think she did a background check on everyone. I was waiting for her to ask for a hair and blood sample. Yeah it would be a great idea to do drug testing on women going through fertility treatments.
So, I sent her the same little blurb for my essay that I tend to send around:
"I'm a humor writer and IVF survivor. My blog is designed to de-stress infertility sufferers and their families." Okay, so it wasn't an essay as much as a sentence. Well, either way...that did it.
I may have sent her only two sentence but about an hour later I got back an essay in return. It was one of those "essays" you save in case the FBI wants to look at it after your body is found in a ditch.
"How DARE YOU?!" (Is that a rhetorical question? How dare I what? I read on. I wanted to know if I dared or not.)
"While I understand that humor is important, (obviously she understands) how dare you make fun of people going through infertility?! ...On and on and on and on and on......." By the end, I'm sure her pulse was up to about a thousand beats per minute and she probably didn't even remember who she was writing to.
So, has this woman ever looked at my blog? I wouldn't think so.
Listen I gotta go. As you know, it's National Infertility Awareness Week, and it's my turn to run with the torch.
I'll talk with ya again tomorrow.