Friday, February 12, 2010

What's A Girl Gotta Do?

I spend quite a bit of time online. I enjoy finding new blogs to read, have some laughs and maybe learn something new. I've been blogging for quite a few years, not on here. I started way back in 2001 using Xanga. It was only within the past few years that I learned about the "Mommy Blogger" phenom. And then I heard that you can actually make money from doing this!

I haven't made squat yet.I'm still waiting on my "golden ticket" to gain entrance into the elite Blogher. So when I hear about one mom blogger making over a grand in a month and she's been blogging less than 6 months, I along with everyone else stand up and take notice. It's simple, just post pictures of the deplorable living condition in which you, your husband and your 3 children under 3 live in. Brag about how your husband makes less than a thousand a month and refuse to take any kind of assistance, and rebuff any suggestions. Make sure your kid falls into a mysterious coma but he's fine now and the doctors don't need to be followed up with.

It bothers me that there is a theme going on with people who make money from their blog. Either they have to sacrifice their children on the alter of the all mighty ad revenue. Be Bat shit crazy, or a combination of the two.

I know blogging is hard work, meaning it takes time to build up an audience, to manufacture your "brand'. What is bothersome is that the outrageous takes center stage. Would any of us have known about the one who got fired for blogging about her job if it hadn't gone viral? What if you are already well off, marry even more well off and then present yourself as just a little wife from the sticks. Just like with the blogger who reveals in being poor, wears it as a badge of honor even to the detriment of her children.
It is all a car wreck. I think as humans we gravitate towards the outrageous. This explains how big reality shows are. Jersey Shore, Real World, American Idol.

We don't want to read about a mom just living her life, doing the laundry, ironing, helping with homework. Being too tired when the husband is feeling randy.

That is why I think I will start blogging about a reformed stripper named Babs. Babs is a 40 something singleton, who used to be a stripper. That is until her sister and brother in law were killed in a tragic accident while shopping for chandeliers. Babs got custody of lil Muffy, Dickson the 5th and Lil Rhodes. Babs will encounter plenty of scorn from the upper class for wearing white after labor day, not having a french mani and pedi, and for having a better boob job. Along the way she meets all the men who visit the strip club, got lap dances, and maybe finds love with the hunky pool boy/professor.

Or maybe I will just take pictures of my dog and cat, and the deer who seem to think they own the road here.

5 comments:

Shell said...

LOL It is sad that those blogs get attention.

I'd LOVE to make money from my blog, but only b/c it would be awesome to make money from something that I already do. I have no idea how to go about it and won't seek things out. But, if the blog fairy decides to visit and drop a bag of money in my lap, that would be pretty cool.

Dialing Home. said...

Amen, sister!

Christy Lee said...

I recently completely changed my blog, deleting posts that were over 2 years old...I realized that I was posting what people wanted so that I could make money. I wasn't even making crap for money, but I was obsessed. Then it hit me that I don't know anything about anything and decided to get back to basics and blog about my life and be real. I might try some Google ads, but other than that, I'm just going to be me! Great post!

Christy Lee

Elle @ A for Effort said...

This is a great post! I've read the blog you speak off--the one in which the writer brags about being poor, seemingly to the determent of her children. I decided that, if that's what it takes to make money and to have a lot of followers, then no thank you.

WarsawMommy said...

Kriste,

Yeah, I'm with you... Ive read all those blogs you mentioned and am a bit shocked at just how much money there is to be made from this whole game/train wreck.

Like you, I blog about my life. My life isn't terribly interesting (translation: sensationalist or exploitative or drama-packed). It's a good life, a pretty comfortable life, one with troubles and money worries and kids who are occasionally bratty and a husband who gets on my last nerve sometimes.

Interesting? Well, it is to me. To anyone else? Well, that remains to be seen. Who knows - maybe people will get sick to death of reading about women who endanger their kids by letting them sleep UNDER the crib (where another child is already sleeping), maybe blogs like ours will be like a breath of fresh air.

You think?