What will you be, Pea?

I attended a social media conference recently. I work in internal communications, and social media is everywhere. I thought I'd attend the seminar and report back with the latest news on the SM front.

So, as I'm leaving the seminar, I consider the fact that I may be the only person in the western hemisphere who isn't blogging. So, the obvious, start a blog.

From what I can tell, there are 2 steps involved:

1) Determine your point of view.
2) Write about your point of view.

What is my point of view, or, what will make poeple read this... more people than, say, my mom, dad and wife who will probably consider this being 'published' and read it all the time because they love me so.

Let's see...

I'm going to blog exclusively about people who bring their pets into public spaces. What's the deal with that, they aren't people, they're animals. Don't we care about people with allergies? Or the fact that pets, even the littlest little dog, can strike with a furious anger at any moment. Argh. I'm so angry about this.

Nope, I can't imagine writing about that day after day. You'd need to be the owner of a Victims of Pet Attack clinic to cover this topic with the attention it deserves.

Maybe I'll use my overwhelming self-loathing to start a celebrity blog, where I mock every famous person who hasn't yet declared their undying love for me. I'll make crude anatomical drawings over photos of them and horrible comments about their personal lives in an attempt to make people laugh. Yeah, making people laugh at the expense of others never fails!

What? That's already been done? And it seems to be going well for the blogger? Ok, scratch that.

Alright, well, write about what you know they always say (the elusive "they", arrogant buggers). I have a beautiful baby girl at home, henceforth known as Pea (an obvious alias, to keep the web lunatics at bay). As I struggle to get Pea to sleep, I often find myself wondering what she will make of her life. What will she become? What type of person will she be?

I don't as of yet have a clear picture in my mind of what my ideal is in this regard. But I do find myself compiling a fairly exhaustive list of the things I would prefer my little Pea not delve in to. There's the standard stuff like pole dancer, unibomber, or 43rd President of the United States. But there's all sorts more. I hope she isn't as lazy as her father. I hope she isn't as ignorant to the nature of the Israeli/Palestinian conflict as some can be.

So that's it. A blog by a Dad, for other parents, to share the anti-hopes and anti-dreams we all share for our children.

Enjoy. Tell a friend.