Linkety Dinkety Doo: Get to know Maya's Mom

One of the things I love most about the blogo is that your friends can lead you around to the very best places to stop. It is kind of like being at a mall with a grrrlfriend. A nice, clean mall with good bathrooms and schmancy shops that smell just a little bit like good perfume and coffee places that don't mind if you linger for hours alone with a latte or chat with friends over a single cup of tea. With a grrrlfriend who knows the very best boutique tucked in a far corner of the mall, the one that has a phenomenal clearance rack full of clothes in your size. Or a grrrlfriend who buys just as much stuff as you do, helping to justify go over budget just this once. And one who picks out the perfect pair of red cha-cha shoes for you and who you happily hunt for that one shirt in a better size while she waits half-naked in the fitting room.
When my grrrl Stefania pointed me toward Maya's Mom,
I felt like she opened up the door to that coffee shop or boutique or shelf with the massively-discounted peep toes in the secret shoe section in the department store in the corner of the mall. In a sea of parenting sites (we've all drowned in many of them, right?), I love Maya's Mom for being a comfortable, fun, vibrant, laid-back place to stop, meet up with people, cruise around, laugh, chime in, lurk, get political, read, get lost and return to.
My favorite bits of the site are the profiles. The journalist in me loves a few great questions that really capture the sense of someone who's blog you've read, who's face you've seen but who you've rarely or never had a conversation with live. I'm an unabashed profile jumper. I think that, better than flipping through features or a site map, I can get to know the site much better by reading about the people living, chatting, asking questions, giving advice, blogging, working and hanging around there. Call me a wackadoodle feminist, but I also have a much easier time relating and..well, caring at all about members on the site with avatars that are anything other than midriff-baring, cowboy-hat wearing, skinny-minnie sorority Forever 21-outfitted mommy avatars.
And just like my weakness for America's Funniest Videos (Good Lord, is there anything funnier than a kid singing to himself on the potty? I don't think so.), I'm a little addicted to the Kidisms.
There are a hundred bedillion places to talk parenting on the internet. You've already frequented a good number of them. Now let me be a grrrlfriend and send you someplace I am very sure you will like to hang. Even if there aren't shoes on sale or real baristas making coffee while you stay.
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