The other day I read an article (in Newsweek or Time or one of those magazines) that talked about how many Gen-Xers are blogging about their kids these days. Specifically, the author seemed annoyed that so many of us are publishing details about each and every new thing our babies are doing. Intimate details -- things the kids themselves might not want known when they get older -- like stories about baths, explosive poops and every other embarrassing thing you can think of.
There's something to that, I think, in that these kids don't have a say in the stories that are being broadcast about them. (Like Mali Zub -- the poor guy might end up quite ticked when he finds out just how much Baby Tylenol we're giving him these days. Hopefully, he won't decide to sue if he ever needs a liver transplant.) And yet, I'm not so sure how this is any different than novelists or essayists, say, spilling the beans about their kids in print. Or poets, for that matter, especially the confessional kind.
Is it just a matter of audience? As in: the bloggers' kids stretch across the web, whereas the book kids reach a more limited audience?
What do you think?