Irish bloggers..the truth coming out

coolbeans wrote: »

Yer wan who refuses her kids all screens including phones and tellies yet relentlessly pushes their images all over instawank, bookface and the rest made me vomit up me dinner a little bit.

I ask how she gets her kids to wear what she wants them to wear, partly because my 10-year-old hasn’t worn what I wanted her to wear since she was two and a half.

“We just try so hard with our kids not to put any emphasis on what they’re wearing,” Adamo says. “I mean, Easton’s now a teenager, and he obviously has an opinion. He doesn’t want to put on what he doesn’t want to put on—which is fair enough. But really, we’ve never put an emphasis on clothes. Sometimes, with my husband’s family, his sisters or his mom, they’ll see my kids, they’ll go, ‘Oh, that dress is so pretty.’ I don’t want them to make that a focus, so we try really hard not to even talk about clothes.“

Authenticity is a big part of what Adamo is selling—as is the idea that the life she lives is achievable. Her response to criticism suggests she feels accused of hiding things—a fleet of nannies, say—that she’s demonstrably not hiding. But this take is off. Her privilege on its face isn’t what gets to people. What gets to people is her reluctance to acknowledge how that privilege holds up a pristinely simple life. It’s this disconnect that drives people to hurl themselves down the life-sucking force of GOMIblog. Because everybody knows how excruciatingly hard it is to raise children, to keep house, to stay solvent, to survive. And following people who appear to do this with ease, who make a talent and a virtue out of being lucky, creates an unbearable feeling of cognitive dissonance in the beholder. It feels like gaslighting. It makes Instagram look like a giant, continually updated portrait of Dorian Gray, stashed in our collective closet, getting prettier and prettier as the world becomes increasingly grotesque.

Junkyard Tom wrote: »

Yes.