A few years ago I made a confession about a deep secret I’d held, one that I acted on only in the privacy of my office. Just me and my computer. Here it is:
I’m not Mormon but I read Mormon mom blogs. And I enjoy them. Avidly, I read about modest clothing and staying home to take care of the kids. I read about Family Home Evenings and how the ward supports members in need. I watch videos from the annual Women’s Conference. I even have some Mormon friends.
So you probably can’t figure out how this jibes with my other beliefs. I’m good with gays, caffeine and with showing some T&A. I don’t see porn as evil. I wouldn’t wear secret underwear on a bet. Not so sure there are multiple worlds with multiple Gods, either. Or tiered heavens. I’m a strong feminist and my politics are way to the left. Vehemently independent, I chafe when I’m told what to do; well, maybe more than chafe. I’ve been known to sling the F-bomb a time or two or three.
An oldie. I so don’t get this.
What gives? How can someone like me, so not Mormon, follow this stuff? I can hear people who know me asking that question all over the world. It’s true that I look at groups so different from my own with the eye of a social psychologist or anthropologist studying a foreign culture. That’s true. But this is also true:
I follow a few of these Mormon bloggers regularly because I do, in my heart of hearts, believe that their lives represent the fantasy life that we Baby Boomers grew up on and failed to attain. That is, unless we are Mormon.
There’s something rather idyllic about the wholesome nature of these families, even though there’s sometimes a bit of a Stepford Wives vibe, too. And even as I write this I can hear the objections of some of my friends as they dig their heels into the ground. But you know what? I think we are all complex beings and not necessarily consistent in all our beliefs and thoughts. Which is why they call it “being human.”
Here is a post I wrote a few years ago about my online addiction. You might enjoy the image, too.