Rant: Yes, I’m frustrated
Sometimes I wonder, why do any of us blog anymore?
In a recent discussion with friends, I asked if they thought people were “over” blogs. Have we run our course? What’s left to discuss? Granted, the DD bloggers write about their day-to-day household relationships. The video producers write about their shoots. The authors write about their latest releases. Occasionally, we write about parties, private scenes, etc. But who reads it all anymore?
In the past couple of months, my blog views have been at an all-time low. It doesn’t matter what I write. It can be spanky, it can be serious, it can be funny. But, lest you think this is merely a bid for attention, allow me to continue. It’s not just me. It’s the entire blogosphere.
I’ve been perusing the blogs of others, people who still take the time to write out something thought-provoking. I see how few comments they get, if any. They might as well be talking to themselves. I also notice that several of my favorite writers hardly ever blog anymore. I can’t really blame them. Why bother, if no one is reading you, or commenting on you?
For example, a blogger I’m choosing to keep anonymous recently posted two lengthy, heartfelt and interesting posts about experiences and thoughts. She didn’t receive a single comment on either one. But when she put up a post with pictures, blammo. Comment city. How annoying.
It’s now a world of sound bites, quickie texts instead of phone calls, pictures instead of words. The spanking photo blogs continue to proliferate like wildfire. You can’t even comment on the damn things — all you can do is like them or repost them. So people repost, and repost, and repost. Readers would rather look at the same freaking pictures over and over, than take the time to actually read something and comment. Our attention spans have gotten that short.
I’ve seen blogs that sometimes put out questions for discussion, asking for reader feedback. Aside from Hermione’s Spanko Brunch, which is outstanding and still gets plenty of responses, I see these questions go unanswered. How frustrating for the writer. God forbid we should have some intelligent discourse. It might interrupt our picture viewing.
Fine! You want pictures? Here you go. Here’s a nice generic photo of a cute young girl with perfect stripes. I don’t know what the source is. However, I’m sure this photo is posted is about 50 other places, so one of them is bound to know where it came from.
Yeah, I’m pissed. But it sucks. No writer wants to feel like they could just stop writing, disappear into the Internet ether, and no one would notice, because their eyes are too glazed over looking at 500,000 different versions of asses and genitals.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get my own ass beaten. Oooh, maybe I”ll have some pictures!