I have a blog pickle. And it's juicy. And dill. And looks like a green, warty big toe. . . . Brace yourselves, you aren't going to like this post.
I recognize I'm in the .0003% minority here. I fully admit that I'm a big fat blog snob. (They should offer therapy classes for gals like me.) I also recognize that this could all sound like a post coming from a crankity old lady whose panties are a little too tight around her crotchbiscuits . . . and you're right. They probably are. You're more than welcome to disagree with me, in fact, I'm sure you already do. I just thought the world deserved a different opinion.
Sometimes I feel like blogging is one fancy club, and I'm the awkward, overall-wearing girl who's standing in the corner twiddling my stubby thumbs and pretending like I don't care. But I do.
But at what cost?
I've asked myself this lately, because I feel that if you ain't sponsoring you can't keep up. There. I said it. Sponsorship.
This past month I've read a lot of "Why I Sponsor" posts. They're all the same. They all spill the same crusty lines that no one's buying, including them. "It's not about the number of followers on my sidebar" always puzzles me. If it's not, then why are you trying so desperately to woo gals to click that fancy gold button? Why are you shelling out money every month in the high hopes of gaining an attentive eye? Why? Be real with yourself. You want the followers. We all do.
For me, it's more than that.
I want people to actually care about the silly nuances about my little life, the stupid words I come up with in the hopes of getting a chuckle, and my daily failures as a wife and housekeeper. And in my eyes, that doesn't come from sponsorship. That doesn't come from clicks on my sidebar.
Maybe I'm being too optimistic. Maybe I live in a land filled with donuts and roses and free ad space, but I want people to come to my blog because THEY want to read it . . . not because I paid someone with more followers than me to post a tweet to tell them to or because I'm hosting a giveaway for a Michael Kors watch.
But Jena, it's advertising. DUH.
Well sure, I'm not against advertising. (Wanna swap buttons?) I am against the fake. I mean, who are you more inclined to believe? Someone (who has probably never read your blog) who was paid to tell you about a little space on the Internet, or some sweet soul who wanted to put a button up . . . just because. For me, it's the latter. I love seeing sweet blog posts or emails from readers who merely wanted to tell others about me from the goodness of their hearts. Any button on my blog are gals I actually read, and any blogs I follow, I do so because I actually, ya know, follow them.
I've never spent/received a dime on the ol' blog. Maybe that's obvious.
My twitter/blog posts shout outs have come from friends, who I know genuinely read my blog--girls who are truly interested (for some reason) in my writings and weird buns stories. Now some would argue that I have a long way to go before I become "successful" (whatever that means). And that's absolutely right. I'm well aware of the fact that I'm but a tiny drop in the blogosphere pool. But I love where I'm at with my blog because I know I have genuine readers, a real audience. I didn't pay anyone to "advertise." I didn't buy "followers" through some fantastic giveaway. I just wrote and read other girls' blogs, and people eventually found me.
That's why I don't pay/receive payment for sponsoring. Paid sponsorship cheapens this whole blogging thing. It makes it about some number and not about actual readers, friends, and the community I've so grown to love.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go try to get rid of this massive chip on my shoulder . . .