First of all, thank you for the e-mails alerting me to the so-called demolition campaign against me as well as to attempts to polarize the PMN community. No, I am not going to do anything about it. I won’t stoop to their level. As for the PMN members, they are adults, they can make their own assessments. Since that fateful day in December 2005 when all my blogs got wiped off, I have learned never to get too attached to any project.
But, let me take the opportunity to at least try to make sense of all this.
When my daughters were very young and I was a stay-at-home mom raising them without a yaya in accordance with our (Speedy’s and mine) mutual decision, days and nights were so full that there wasn’t much time for stray thoughts.
When the kids started going to pre-school, things weren’t much different. I woke up, prepared breakfast and lunchboxes, woke them up, bathed them, dressed them up then Speedy drove them to school. Then, it was time for me to clean up, go to the market if necessary, cook lunch and have everything ready before picking them up from school. Because pre-school hours were short — 3 hours maximum — my mornings were always full. It was only during the afternoons when the girls took their nap that I could manage a few hours of relaxation. Then, it was homework or reading, drawing or some other activity until it was time to cook dinner.
It wasn’t until the girls were in grade school that I found I had too much time on my hands. They were out of the house from 7.30 a.m. until 4.00 p.m. and I was left to my own devices. Sometimes, I went shopping. But shopping was not an activity I could do everyday. It was around this time that I started to find myself getting irritated with little things — neighbors who played the radio too loudly, drivers who blocked our driveway, dust I couldn’t get rid of, the neighbor’s cat who liked to raid our kitchen… I was nitpicking, I was finding fault everywhere, I was combative all the time.
It wasn’t much, much later that I would realize that the irritable feeling was because of all those idle hours. I wasn’t exactly doing anything productive and I couldn’t channel my energy properly. So, I resumed my career. It was timely too since we could really use the additional income.
All this got me thinking. Housewives have often been stereotyped as bored women who spent their days gossiping with the neighbors about the other neighbors, feeding on each other’s suspicions and sowing intrigue. The bored housewife syndrome. Perhaps, there’s really some basis for the stereotype. See, too much idle time makes a person prone to useless and unproductive thoughts and activities. In fact, without any productive work, people can start getting neurotic. In the case of housewives, I don’t really think it helps that many spend hours each day glued to their TV sets watching teleseryes/soap operas/reality shows where intrigue is always the focal point of the plot. It’s like feeding with intrigues a mind that has already been primed for them.
It’s no different on the internet. When a blogger has nothing genuinely relevant to write about, and when the blogging doesn’t lead anywhere, the bitching starts.
Me? I don’t have anything to worry about. I have a full time career as a writer, I teach part time, I’m going to publish a cookbook and there are preliminary talks about resuming my legal career, albeit on a limited basis. I might be joining a law firm soon, not as a practising lawyer but as an opinion writer.
So, wanna demolish me? Eat my dust.