The world of mom bloggers.  Or is it a blackhole?  I catch glimpses of this exclusive underworld over the shoulder of my wife who easily drops an evening surfing pastel-bordered, theme-music blogospheres.  Moms who talk about real life.  Online.  To a virtual audience they’ve never met. What’s with putting things in bold?  Or.  Sentence fragments?  And interspersing random kid pics? The format is identical – catchy title, sassy bio: “Mom x3.  Blue collar wife.  Sweat tea addict.  A little unstable.”  A host of social networking links and “you might also like” tags to maintain centripetal, virtual orbit.  And copyright pictures.  You’ve got to be kidding.  Like I’m going to swipe…