Something I’ve noticed in a lot of areas of life these days–highlighted in the blogosphere, everyone’s an authority. Why? How is this? I’m an average gal and as such, I’m an authority on…
Nothing. That’s right, nothing. Tons of blogs and bloggers out in cyberspace, the number larger than degreed professionals, and yet, so many are “experts.”
I write, and sometimes I blog about writing. These posts are about my process, my experiences. Certain aspects of my process and my experiences have a common thread with some other wanna be writers. This doesn’t make me an expert. And if it did, what would my expertise be in? Wanna beism? If I am ever published, it will still be my experiences, not writer’s rules to live by.
Even within the blogs of professionals on writing, the advice and rules vary widely from blog to blog, professional to professional. Subjective. Don’t get me wrong, I love books on writing, I own dozens, and have read dozens more, by published authors, well published authors, agents, and editors. Some are useful, some are motivating, and many more I’ve kept looking back to the “about the author” page to figure out how and why this book was published. But it was, I bought it, others bought it. So there you have it, proof of my lack of authority on writing.
Sometimes I blog about parenting. Again, my experiences. How in the world would I tell anyone else what would work in their home, for their children? I have three kids, each quite different from the next. If I have to tweak my approach for each of my own three, I think we’re well out of the realm of tweaking if I’m talking about someone else’s kids. Subjective.
Sometimes I blog about being a woman. Again, there are certain common experiences in being a woman that most of us experience. I can only speak to being an undereducated woman in New York. But there are more and different experiences for a woman who doesn’t have children, doesn’t get married, lives in the suburbs, lives on a farm in Kansas, has a PHD in electrical engineering, lives in Kuwait. Tons of “women’s” experts out there. Such high authorities, in fact, they’re going to tell all of us what to do with our bodies, how to have a relationship, and how much money we should earn. *This is definitely fodder for a whole other post. Maybe an article. Maybe a book. Oh wait, I don’t have a platform apart from being a woman and living as one. See? No authority here.
I blog about living in New York. I was born and raised here. I can guarantee the woman living up the street in her brownstone doesn’t think I’m an expert on life in New York. Trust me, her New York is different than mine. I know, it’s hard to trust someone who isn’t an authority, but try.
Sometimes I blog about reefing. If you saw the sad state of my tank at the moment (running dark for a few days to kill a green hair algae outbreak) you’d snicker.
How about another favorite of mine, being broke? Let’s be honest, I’m pretty excellent at it. I have had the requisite hundred thousand hours of practice. Or have I? The guy who lives on the church steps might not think so. I’m guessing if he read Mrs Fringe he’d call me out for being a fraud.
I think this leaves dog poop. Mrs Fringe is an authority on dog poop.
Then again, maybe not.