My friend Ruth looked worried. “Matilda, what exactly is a blog? Am I supposed to have one?”
I’m the granny geek, so every female senior I know tends to come to me with their technological phobias.
“It’s just a place where you write about the things that interest you. I have one that I use to talk about cookbooks and things. People all over the internet look at it.”
She now looked startled. “Am I in it? I’d hate for people to think to think I’m some kind of lunatic.”
The poor insane woman. “Of course not, Ruth. Besides, blogs really aren’t just about gossip. A blog is a big, ugly, mysterious word like menopause. You hear rumors about it. ‘Ooooooh, menopause. Everything changes then.’ But once you get into it you realize it’s no big deal. A blog is just a place where people with big mouths get to make their mouths bigger.”
“Kind of like how your mouth got bigger after menopause?” Ruth asked.
I let her remark slide. I’m too mature to get into that sort of thing, even with someone whose gingerbread always had far too much cinnamon in it.