The term “bloggernacle” didn’t manifest itself out of nowhere.
For Mormons, this period of life is usually characterized by having 3 kids in diapers, a go-getter returned missionary husband in college, grad school, med school, law school, or selling Vivint security systems.
I’m not sure these people would recognize an actual real life if it came up and kicked them in the throat with a pair of 0 Jimmy Choo heels (although an actual real life wouldn’t be wearing a pair of 0 shoes, so maybe that’s a bad example).
No mention of Sarah, no mention of the nanny, no mention of reality. What I want to talk about is the effect that these blogs have on the millions of people who subscribe to them.
I have to admit that although I had heard Sarah’s story some time ago, I didn’t actually look at Braxlynn’s blog post until just recently. It is a vain illusion pedaled to millions of women around the world for attention, praise, validation and wealth. You can see the effect it has on people by the comments on Instagram.
I can promise you that however insecure a wife may be about her body or how she stacks up in the intimacy department against the distorted expectation that porn breeds, any self-respecting husband is equally insecure about his paycheck and how he stacks up in the provider department against the distorted expectation that lifestyle porn breeds. They live a staged life, one self-imposed photoshoot after another.
(Not every husband can pull off male skinny jeans, ok?! There have even been disillusioned fashionista bloggers that have attested to this fact (link).
We see the perfect snapshots in time and our fantasizing does the rest.