This started off as a comment on [Meredith's, Bueno Baby], but I just kept going. Go read her post first, then come back. I trust you. Fly off and read, just promise you’ll come back and hump on my blog, please. Mkay? Now SHOO.
I’mma just say…
I was sent to your post from a friend’s link *ahem*allisonzapata*ahem* who couldn’t say enough nice things about you and your blog. She didn’t say the nice things about you until after I said I “wasn’t feeling this post” because I truly didn’t.
My gut reaction: you just slammed me and everything I’ve worked for. Of course, I don’t think you slammed me personally, but everything I do on the interwebs is to make money for my family, and making money for my family means being social.
I’ve written posts about the good in blogging and posts just like yours. I’ve received tons of *high 5s* and *ME TOOs* when I write them. I’ve felt exactly the way you felt when you wrote this post. Been there, done that, got the $3 t-shirt, and I might even be there tomorrow.
And then I get my head out of my ass, shimmy up my XL granny panties, and realize no one cares more about me than I care about me. The majority of people online and off live in the light. We are kind, generous, caring people who want the best for ourselves and others. The very small minority of people live in the negative darkness, wishing evil upon others with the reflection back at themselves. THOSE PEOPLE do not deserve the majority of my light and energy. They are their own problems, not mine.
Regarding the issue taken with numbers and statistics in social media, it’s all business. It’s new business, it’s Good Ole Boys comparing weenis sizes, and it’s stereotypical head cheerleaders giving head and padding their bras. It only matters if you make it matter. To some of us who depend on social media to make a meager living, those numbers matter to an extent. They don’t have to matter to everyone.
I hope you don’t take this as a slam on you at all. You just made an impact on my feelers that I had to express, and what I wanted to say was longer than a comment. Plus, it’s a good excuse to make something into my own post. I’m generous to myself like that.
Nice to meet you, Meredith.
Welcome to my blog.