More often than not lately I find myself meeting new bloggers. Not that being new is a problem. Sometimes being the New Kid on the Block (Yup, I totally just went there with that – I love you Joey Mac!!!) is amazeballs. Companies see you and get giddy, clasp their hands like Mr. Burns and send their minions to hunt you down. Newbs teach us, me, so many things. I do not consider myself seasoned by any means. Maybe established is a better word for me. I will vouch that people know me. I will vouch that people get excited when they know I’m attending a conference they are going to, and can’t wait to meet me. I don’t say this to toot my own horn, no really, I say this because it’s true.
Why you ask? No it’s ok, I don’t mind you asking. I get asked the same thing from people, some people repeatedly because they are just as perplexed as I am about it. My own husband reads my blogs (yeah I said blogs, I have quite a handful of them) and as he’s laughing jovially to himself he says it too…why?
I honestly haven’t the slightest idea. I’m not sure I would be excited to meet me if I were you. Mostly because I do everything the opposite of what the masses do. I curse, and don’t care, I call people on their crap, and it doesn’t bother me. I am so sick and tired of people taking advantage of me, and other people that I care about, that I guess I lost my ‘proper’ button. I am told all the time that I have absolutely no censor button what-so-ever…clearly I lost that one as well. It’s totally rad.
Something I am super tired of though, is people telling me how to blog. People trying to offer up their ‘expertise’, when I haven’t asked. Now, if you’ve ever met me in real life, not sitting behind a computer screen, you notice first and foremost how straight up I am. What you see if what you get…and what you read about. This is who I am. This is who I am in real life every single day…and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Ok I lie. I would change something. I would change how I let THOSE people define me. THOSE are the people that live in a dream world. For once I want to go to a conference, or a workshop, where everyone showed up exactly how they do to their real life each day. I’d be the first one jumping in to the photo with the chick that has the hottest pajama pants I’ve ever seen and perfectly unperfect hair and make-up. Why? Because she’s the bloggess I want to read about. She’s the one that along with her coffee stained favourite shirt (that I swear when I find in my size again I’m replacing) is laying it down raw and real and not afraid to be her brand.
I don’t pretend to live some glamorous life. I don’t pretend that my marriage and family life is perfect (although I won’t lie, it’s pretty damn close right now). I don’t think that the number of views my blog gets, or how many times I’ve been asked to guest post makes me better than anyone else. A lot of the times it’s the little guys, whether new or completely seasoned, are the ones that can have the absolute most impact on anything you do when you work with them.
How do you become one of these people? Be real. Be honest. Be blunt. BE YOU! People whether brands or fellow blog masters appreciate it. They value your opinions. I value your opinions.
Despite this entirely sassy, bitchy, forward, completely uncensored image that I haven’t really worked hard at, brands still approach ME. In the beginning I went looking, and occasionally still do, for opportunities to work with brands and reach out to my readers but at the end of the day my inbox functions just fine. Brands come back and repeatedly do business with me. They find value in my opinion. I have other bloggers messaging/emailing me a lot as well, even through DM on twitter saying they wish they could just spill it and not be so afraid of staining their image, that it is getting hard to keep up with the show. Some have even said they are blogging less and less. Stop being so lame!!! Why are you trying to impress all the wrong people?! They are the same people that will toss your backside under the bus one day to further their own blogging careers. Toss their seats out. Do it!
Yes. I am rude. I wasn’t kidding!
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Hells yeah! My Blissdom suitcase is going to be much lighter…who am I kidding, I was planning on dressing like I do everyday anyway – I may shower more though 😉
Well the showering might be a slick move for sure, but the lighter suitcase is hot 😉 lol
First of all, thank you for being a fellow potty mouth mama. Sometimes there’s just no other verb/noun that will do except a good fuck! shit! asshole!… Awesome post! I’ve been on a blogging hiatus for well over a month now because I let ‘those’ people define me and honestly, I’m so fucking tired of pretending to be someone that I’m not. When I first started blogging it was under the wing of someone who was the total opposite of who I am in every way, shape and form. During my break I realized that what I was doing was draining me of everything that I wanted out of blogging and I wasn’t letting me be ME.
So happy to have found you on here 🙂
I will happily stock you from a distance now.
LOL you are absolutely right! Sometimes nothing says it better than fuck shit asshole etc. I hope you are coming out of your hiatus after the month because the blogging world needs a whole lot more of US around, that’s for sure.
No need to stalk from a distance, come say hi anytime. Cheers 🙂
You are not rude. You are honest. And that’s refreshing. You are you, and that sounds pretty awesome. I wish I were more like you. Thank YOU 🙂
I don’t mind taking one…or ten for the team Kathy so no worries. I’m not going to be changing anytime in this lifetime for anyone so no worries.
Honesty is refreshing. This post makes me feel like I got pushed into a pool in 106 degree weather.
As long as that pool was 61 degrees than that’s just a bag of awesome! Thanks for reading 🙂