Well, it's now official. I'm no longer reading Dooce.com.
I first discovered Dooce two years ago just before Sam was born. I loved it! Dooce was pregnant, we were pregnant! Dooce had a girl, we had a girl (one day apart)! Dooce is married to an older man, we're married to an older man!
It took a while for me to realize that Dooce was a blog juggernaught. For a while I was under the impression that she just had a few readers and I had discovered an un-noticed talent among the flotsam and jetsum of the blog world (note: first use of "flotsam" in The Boo-Log). I soon discovered that wasn't the case. Dooce is, in fact, one of the most popular blogs on the web but that's okay, because she's good and deserves it. It didn't bother me at all that she didn't write me back despite my repeated attempts to become her friend. (C'MON! Who wouldn't want to be friends with ME!)
Then, her husband quit his job. So, Dooce has decided to try and support the family with her site, which is cool, except now the site has become ad crazy! half the time you go to her site you get a two paragraph post surrounded by a million ads (Hey! Stretch Mark creme!). It's like trying to read a grocery list in the middle of Times Square, only without the possibility of stepping in urine.
So, I wish her good luck but I won't be reading anymore. She's grown too big, too typical, too obvious. Plus, she never seemed to recognize the genius that is me despite repeated emails (and really, the restraining order was just rude...)