On Friday night I was at Brit Mums Live. During the day the conference had been taking place, with inspiring talks by incredible women. But in the evening, it was time to socialise at the party. There was Prosecco. There were semi-naked butlers. There was a lot of cackling.
And then it was on to the Brilliance in Blogging Awards, a celebration of some of the best blogging from the past year (sadly I didn’t win my category, but I was thrilled to have been a finalist).
The Outstanding Blogger of the Year was won by a daddy blogger. The daddy bloggers had their own category, too.
Now I should confess that with a couple of exceptions, most notably Single Parent Dad, I never read daddy blogs. I have enough trouble trying to read all the mummy blogs I like, but I’m not actually interested in daddy blogs. I feel the same way about them as I do about daddy columns in magazines and newspapers. Unless they’re really, truly witty (like Tim Dowling in Saturday’s Guardian, who made me HOWL), I’m just not interested.
Maybe it’s because I have more affinity with mummy blogs, because I can relate more to the female experience. I don’t know. Maybe I feel there are enough male writers in traditional media as it is.
But what I do know is that when I started blogging three years ago there were already several well-established daddy blogs around. Since then there has been a slow but steady increase – spurred on no doubt by the success of my lovely friend Nick’s blog My Daddy Cooks.
When I started out as a journalist in national newspapers I found myself in a heavily male-dominated industry, and there was no special preference. You got bylines and sent out on stories because of talent and ability, and you had to prove yourself.
So my point is this. If a daddy blogger can win in the Outstanding Category at the Brit Mums Brilliance in Blogging Awards, isn’t it time we stopped treating them as something different or exceptional? Let them stand up, be counted, and be judged on merit like the rest of us.