Meeting Fellow Bloggers
Profunksticated met with fellow bloggers Hostess and Honest at a spot in D.C.’s Capitol Hill late last week, and it was fun.
Hostess definitely could be a Gen-X talk show, well, hostess, with a great sense of humor. Honest is a bit more reserved, serious and world-wise.
As we talked, there was a young brother sitting to Hostess’ right at the bar, who kept sneaking glances over at us. Hostess mused that dude was wondering why these two young women are talking to this older, bald, slightly overweight guy (description mine, not Hostess’). He eventually worked his way into our convo, which I found kind of amusing.
We spoke about how we found each other’s blogs (I found Hostess though K, I recall). Hostess also told me some readers e-mailed her to criticize my comments on her blog about my not-so-great attitudes about having children early on in my marriage. More than a few didn’t like what I had to say about that topic.
Please, I ask you all: If you don’t like something I have to say, either on this blog or someone else’s, please tell me. My comments contain a link to this blog, where you can comment in turn. I can handle your criticism. I want the feedback.
Now, meeting these two 30-somethings makes me realize I occupy a unique space in this African American blog circle, one of a middle-aged married black man who’s made quite a few mistakes. I don’t know of many others in my situation that blog. If there are please tell me. I did a lot of stupid things, but my overarching transgression was failing to prepare for life’s inevitable speed bumps and head-on collisions.
I realize I do a fair amount of ranting on this blog, but it’s a form of therapy. And as I told Honest and Hostess, I’m hoping I’m providing help to my readers. I mean that in the sense that folks will look at my situation and avoid making similar errors, so that people will be in a much better position as they push 50.
Peace.
