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WOW am I ever tired of the perfect lives shown on blogs. Man oh man, sick of the nothingness of them, that they are just a fabrication or the truth, but who cares and who will ever know? I was looking at super bloggers Anna Maria Horner, fabric designer, and Pioneer Woman, and you would not BELEEEEEEEEEEEVE the perfection of their lives. Like, if aliens could dress up in the human form, and come down to earth to live a great life, they would be these women. Gorgeous children, beautiful homes, wow, super sexy handsome husbands, and of course they are beautiful too. And super talented, and witty and fun. Geniuses really, in what they do. Not only gifted, but working really really hard to get what they've achieved. See what I mean by perfect!? It's not a snide jealousy inducing perfect, it's really a perfect Perfect. I don't go to their site much, but I do love the recipes of Pioneerwoman A LOT, and love Anna Maria Horner fabrics, love to hoard them. I don't think much about not going to their site, I just avoid it, but I was at both for some reason, and my god, sick of them. I'm not jealous so much as mindful that they are showing this internet audience a particular view of their lives. They could also have absolutely perfect lives, life is a crapshoot and you could definitely get more then your fellow brethren for no reason other than just 'cuz. But fuckit, I don't want to see it, why should I be an audience? No f'n way. Don't want to see your perfectly beautiful 8 children, while you still look so young, and your beautiful artwork. I don't want to see your 4 beautiful children and your ranch, and your SEPARATE KITCHEN STUDIO. Even if I had an equally beautiful life, I still wouldn't want to see your beautiful life. Who the fuck cares!!!? LOL. I don't know, i'm trying to pull together what I feel on a gut level. I wonder if this is some part of a backlash against the artifice of the internet. However, isn't tv/books/media artifice? I could NOT look at these blogs if I didn't have a husband or children (if you wanted children), it would KILL me with jealousy and the wants, a perfect visual detailed example of what I was missing. Fuck that shit!