I often think back to three or four years ago, when I managed to post something nearly every week on my blog. I know that plenty of other people lament the loss of Geocities websites, confessional (and admittedly ugly) online journals, and more. Nowadays most people are very careful about what they post, share, and say online. On top of that, there’s such a push to be polished and to create content vs. to simply blog. Everything has to be optimized, the pictures have to be slick and gorgeous… the posts have to read like stories. God forbid you have any typos.
I’m trying to let go of that push to create content and to simply be honest. That’s what drove the creation of my book–blunt honesty about imperfections. It can be difficult some days, especially since my work as a copy+content writer is tied directly to my real identity . Whenever I’m about to reveal something incredibly personal, a part of me thinks, “Don’t you want to be as professional as possible?”
But then I remind myself that we’re all telling human stories here. Regardless of whether my client is a MNC or homegrown business, there are humans running things. And I think (I hope) that my imperfections, slight awkwardness, and smile can be charming.
Hmm, what else? Indo Twitter has been a fiasco for the past few days, with controversies popping up left and right. I’ve been listening to a lot of pop music over the past few days–TWICE and Bol4 and, of course, IU. I’m also working on my next book, which will be a collection of poetry–and I think I have a working title! There’s a lot of stuff left to rearrange and fix in that manuscript, so you guys probably won’t see it until 2020. Apologies for that!
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about motherhood and parenthood. It’s funny and a bit concerning that mothers are always expected or demanded to sacrifice their hopes and wishes. Honestly, I’m more than sick of being told that I’m selfish for working; that I need to support my husband more; that I’m not subservient enough; that I’m not doing enough to help my husband achieve his maximum potential. What about me? What about my aspirations? What about my maximum potential? I really hate this provincial depiction of marriage as the whole “woman helps man” deal; my husband and I support each other, and we’re doing our best to grow and parent together.
It’s different now. Women will only become more empowered in the future. I envision a day when women will no longer be bought and sold by their families for dowries, when women can choose to go to school or to get married or both, when women can walk down the street without fearing retribution or harassment. I simply hope my daughter inherits a better world.