Kanika Gahlaut coins a new derisive term—the chick blog. Her original article along with the rebuttal of a so-called chick blogger are given here. In summary the point she makes is that there is a new breed of blogosphere denizens—- “actively attention-seeking”, sexually liberated female Indian bloggers who chronicle their colorful “Sex And the City” Carrie Bradshaw-ish life of booze, men and parties in colorful prose. And get a huge audience of both admiring men and “way-to-go-sister” women. A blogger in US has got a book deal out of her experiences—-the Indian women bloggers may well follow suit.
Kanika Gahlaut savages this breed — focusing her vitriol on a few of the most popular Indian female bloggers. Whatever be the merits of her bitchiness, what’s quite distasteful is the subterfuge she engaged in to interview her subjects without informing them of the hash job she was about to do to them. Journalistic ethics at their worst.
What could have been a sharply observed critique of the Indian blogosphere degenerates into the ranting of an obviously disgruntled person who, it can be argued, simply feels jealous of the popularity these female bloggers have acquired—-in her opinion unjustifiably.
This is evident by the way she attacks specific persons—–rather than the genre they belong to.
As an example, it maybe fine to fulminate about the dangers of obesity but quite another thing to say: “God that guy Arnab is fat”.
Which let me also say is a big lie. I am merely big-boned.
If any proof of her total lack of balance is needed, the piece d’resistance is when in order to buttress her point, she stoops to quoting a blog that is a borderline hate site—-where the posts are interspersed with unparliamentary, distasteful language that personally attack female bloggers who in the blog-admin’s opinion are a disgrace to “Indian culture” with their “Westernized, sexualized ways”.
Now here’s my politically incorrect view of the whole chick blogger syndrome. I don’t personally buy the “personal catharsis thing” as a motivation for these blogs.”I write to get the demons out of me” is kind of like Christina Aguilera justifying her raunchy, butt-shaking music video “Dirty” by saying “It’s a creative way to express my angst …you know…that I am no more a girl and people should start treating me as a woman…you know?”.
It *is* all about popularity. And there is nothing wrong about that. I personally have never denied that I have sought acceptance and readership as a blogger. I value my readers and their comments—–and I gather a lot of blogizens, (who publicly may claim otherwise) also do so.
I know that as a member of the male species if I start detailing my daily life— it would read something like
1) paper got rejected
2) wife is not talking to me
3) the jeans I bought 6 months ago is riding up with much effort
Now who in their right mind would want to hear that?
And face it—the same thing coming from a guy and a girl have different effects. If a committed girl blogger says that she saw a cute looking guy that made her pine for her single life again, guys are going to love reading that—appreciative comments follow for her honesty and “forwardness”. A guy says the same thing and he is dubbed a lech, by both men and women.
A woman says she is bi-curious and everyone is interested….I most certainly am. I say I am bi-curious (I am NOT let me add) and people will be like………the PhD sure blew out a few of his fuses.
That’s just the way things are. Most guys want to hear about the edgy lives of professionally liberated Indian women who are upfront about a lot of things Indians are generally not comfortable about—–their “compulsive confessions” (TM) so as to say—-the prurient, reality-TV appeal of this packaged candour is undeniable. Which is why you will find guys the first in line to defend these bloggers.
Which I as a blogger appreciate—-everyone likes loyal readers.
And paradoxically, the guys who post nasty comments or create an entire blog devoted to blasting chick bloggers are fans of these blogs too—somewhat like Ravana was actually one of Rama’s biggest disciples (according to some interpretations).
Cause if they really hated chick blogs, they would just stop visiting them. But no they come back again and again and follow every post with an obsession that can be motivated only by “Oooh these lucky girls are having so much fun somebody should make it illegal”.
Which makes me repeat one of my favorite lines from “As Good As It Gets”:
What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you’re that pissed that so many others had it good.
In summary, Kanika Gahlaut does not come off any better than a mere hater—-a smug ethically-challenged journalist unable to disguise the bare fangs of her brazen bitchiness.