I know. It probably sounds like some kind of professional jealousy, but it isn’t professional and I’m not jealous. Sure, I blog about food a fair bit, but I wouldn’t define myself by that. Katie, from the famed What Katie Ate blog, is a professional foodie. She does photoshoots and even, I suspect, television. I can’t – and wouldn’t try to – compete.
I get her blog (when she can be bothered to write it – sorry, I mean when she has time throughout her busy, television camera imbued life) in my inbox, but there’s nothing about it to make me want to open the email and see what she’s written.
Today I did that, and now I wish I hadn’t. Her entire post was about how busy she has been as a professional foodie and how she simply hasn’t had the time to create lovely food, test it, mess with it and then type it up. Sorry, Katie, I expect you’re a lovely person, but we all have busy lives, and their minutiae as to why everyone else is less important than you are quite boring, just like yours are. It’s like when a ‘professional’ explains that they haven’t done something because life is treating them so hard. It’s annoying. You don’t care why, you just want to know when. Same with Katie. I don’t care why, just show me the food!*
Oh, and by the way, her food does look amazing, but there are an awful lot of ingredients and different flavours sometimes. Makes me wonder if you can fully appreciate the combinations when there are so many conflicting, fabulous flavours to comprehend.
*This coming from someone who blatantly hasn’t had time to make food and photograph it. But then, as a foodie I don’t claim to be professional.
There’s been a gap; a blog gap. An interlude, if you will. I don’t need to drivel about the reasons; suffice it to say that there’s a lot going on in my life and my head and there just wasn’t room to write about cauliflower crust mini pizzas (nicked the recipe off the Paleosisters’ blog but saw it first on The Daily Dish) and other bizarre beauties.
Unemployment is as busy as work!
I’m compelled to tell you about Cindy Riemersma’s blog, One Mind, Many Detours. It’s an eye-sliding-down-the-page mix of looking back and moving forward. From within her personal experiences, Cindy embraces the pain felt by many women across the world and shares it thoughtfully and without cynicism.
She is currently serialising the perilous life of her best friend, Cherie Leahy Smith, whose beautiful face can be found at the bottom of this post. Cherie’s tale begins here. Be warned: it isn’t for the faint hearted (it is clear that Cherie isn’t faint of heart).
The tragedies in Cherie’s life resonate in the same part of my heart that Xinran’s book The Good Women of China did. Taken at simple face value, this book tells you the worst that inequality can be. But it is about women, as well as inequality. So is Cherie’s life; and so is Cindy’s blog.
It’s tempting to think that women won their cause back in the 1930s when we got the vote. Or the 1940s when we ran the country’s infrastructure during the war. Or the Sixties, with Women’s Lib. Someone else fought and won for our generation and now we pretend that’s it and we need do no more. Inequality is as present in our category as it is in the others (disability, race, sexuality … the list is long) and complacency only sets us back.
If we choose to do nothing to promote equality, we can at least read about the potential consequences of that and respect the individuals that do.