Lately I find there are less and less blogs I really want to read. It isn’t that they can’t write good content. Or have amazing photographs. It’s that they crank out “stuff” faster than a conveyor belt. Some of them put together massive projects faster than I can make a grocery list.
This phenomena is what I call “The Stepford Bloggers.”
(And I don’t mean the movie with Nicole Kidman. I am referring to the 1975 version, if you were even born then.)
When did we have to be perfect to be bloggers? When did we have to have new projects to show (or have the money to go buy it) on a continual basis? When did we have to style an entire room just to show a plate of food?
This saddens me.
I have a bee in my bonnet, so let me move along. I also have other irritants I’d like to mention.
Who in the hell wants to attempt to read a blog when a big box asking you to subscribe to said blog pops up and obscures the rest of what you were reading?
What makes bloggers think this is appealing? Because it is not. It is commercialism at its very worst.
If I click on a blog and that happens, I immediately cross them off my list. That is my first impression, and that is what kills my interest in their blog. No matter what their content is.
It is overkill. It is bad taste. Period.
Please, take away the damned boxes.
Also, though this is much lower on my list, I hate it when blogs don’t have dates on their posts. Why? Well, I like to spread the link love and when I do Six On Saturday posts, I look for what bloggers have been doing that particular week.
But how am I going to know when they did what if there are no dates???
Thus I will have to always choose the ones with dates. I know this is nothing to flip your pancakes over, fellow bloggers. Or get your panties in a twist.
Think about it. Newspapers have dates. Books say when they were published in the first pages. Magazines would be dead without dates. I thought that kind of set a precedent.
The sad thing is, where one blogger shall trod, the rest will follow. So these irritating little blips on the blogging radar screen spread like wildfire.
Thus I have fewer and fewer blogs to read.
I think that bloggers have forgotten the point. Or maybe they’re so new/young that they never understood the point.
Or The Stepford Wife phenomena took over early on, and their blogging is simply robotic.
Blogging is about the blogger.
It isn’t the fancy bells and whistles and how much you can spend to make it look like someone from The Washington Post staff styled it.
It. Isn’t. About. How. Much. Money. You. Have.
It. Isn’t. About. How. Ginormous. Your. House. Is.
It’s all about you and your personality.
Or at least it should be.
I’m tired of hearing about the scheduling of social media. I’m tired of new trends that are just downright irritating and in bad taste. I’m tired of having the bar set so high that it would take Superwoman (or a dyed-in-the-wool Stepford Blogger) to jump it.
I read a blog post yesterday that gave me pause. Made me think that there is hope somewhere on the horizon. Please let it be so.
Stepford bloggers, get real. You’d be far more appealing without all that “perfection.”