March 1st marked the one year anniversary of WTF. We have a cool new design, we have kick-ass contributors and our community is growing. So I thought maybe we needed something grown up, like a mission statement. But that sounded scary and beyond my capabilities; I think only people who wear suits can write mission statements. So, as I sit here, still in my PJ’s after driving my kids to school, I thought I would write a little back story about the impetus for WTF.
I grew up in a house full of women. My mother had seven girls and one boy (the original Desperate Housewife), so I am used to doing everything by committee, which is both a strength and a weakness. My husband says that in order for all of us siblings to choose what movie to go to it takes 13 phone calls and 3 people cry. But we are a tribe and some of my happiest memories were the hours and hours we all spent sitting on kitchen counters talking, late nights spent crammed into our one tiny bathroom (that bears repeating — seven girls, one bathroom) smoking cigarettes and blowing the smoke out the window, laughing, advising, gossiping, crying and confessing. I started WHAT THE FLICKA? because I wanted to create a virtual kitchen or bathroom — without the cigarette smoke — where we could sit around talking, sharing advice, laughing, crying, empowering each other, because that is what my friends and family do for me. They encourage and allow me to be myself, just as I am, and that is ultimately very empowering to me.
Also I wanted to combine this type of support with practical hard won advice. I love advice. Everything from the best way to clean your sink, to what kind of jeans make your butt look good, to how to navigate despair and depression.
I really wanted a recipe book for life, authored by women who have been there, done that, or are stumbling through like me. I don’t always want to discover things for myself and I definitely don’t want to learn the hard way if I can avoid it. Maybe it is a result of having so many older siblings who gave me advice about everything, but I cherish the short cuts, the hard earned advice, tips and tricks that are the treasures passed down from woman to woman.
So, welcome to WhatTheFlicka.com. I am so glad you are here. Hop up on the counter, read, share, cry, and most importantly laugh. This is a safe, non-judgmental space. There is room for all of us: moms, non-moms, working moms, stay at home mom’s, depressed mom’s, lesbian moms, single moms, breast feeders, bottle feeders, cloth diapers, disposable diapers, home schoolers, Catholic schoolers… we’re all in this together, right?
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