I mean, really, you can tell me. I can handle it.
I have lots of friends in the blogging world. Or at least I have the illusion that I have lots of friends in the blogging world. (Don’t spoil it for me, m’kay?) Anyway, there are people, friends if you will, that I love to read and I respect them and their opinions. When they tell me to read another person’s blog because it’s “really good” or they are “really special”, I check it out. Because I value their opinion. There are a few bloggers that everyone seems to like and I just don’t get them. I’m not talking about the A-list bloggers like Dooce or Perez or Huffington. I’m talking about the high to medium B-listers. (Not to be confused with blisters. Ha, I crack myself up.)
I just don’t get what everyone seems to see in them. I think their posts are boring at best. Sometimes they make no sense whatsoever except maybe to people who are high on mushrooms or acid. They either talk about boring shit like, “I’ve been here and I’m going there and when I get back from there, I’m going somewhere else and blahbittyblahblahblah and don’t you wish were me and please click on my ads and buy some of my shit so I get richer and can travel around the world some more while you stay at home in your pathetic little house with your pathetic little life buying shit from cool people like me so you have no money left to travel because you are a pathetic imbecile wannabe”, or rambling nonsensical shit like, “the sky is green and the ground is blue and when I went home today, I saw a rabbit in my front yard and it reminded me of the time when I was a child and my father locked me in the car while he went into the bar to get drunk with his friends and I was crying and cold and then I saw UFO and I was scared and then my Dad came out of the bar and he smacked me and then we went home.”
Hey! Wake up! See what I mean? B-o-r-i-n-g. Snore.
So, as I write this, I wonder who will read it and know who I am talking about and then they will be angry at me or, worse yet, feel hurt because I don’t get what they see in the b-listers (not blisters *guffaw*) and I worry. But, I’m feeling cranky and annoyed and truthful, I guess, and I feel like people only like them because of what it can get them and it makes me gag. So there it is.
Could this possibly be the post that causes my first piece of hate mail?
FYI, for this post, I did some research on the A-listers listed above by looking at Technorati. While there, I felt compelled to see how important I am, or am not. My Technorati rank is 116,127. Woohoo, go me! *eye roll* I thought I would check out that Kineda site where they use Technorati rank to tell you whether you are an A-list, B-list, etc. blogger, too, to see where I fit there. Officially, I am a
Whoop dee fucking doo! This is the official description of C-listers (anybody know what a clister is?):
The Middle Authority Group [C-List Bloggers]
(10-99 blogs linking in the last 6 months)
This contrasts somewhat with the second group, which enjoys an average age not much older than the first at 260 days and which posts 50% more frequently than the first. There is a clear correlation between posting volume and Technorati authority ranking.
I also checked those other blogs that I listed up there. Dooce and The Huffington post are, according to them, D-listers and Perez is considered an A-lister. Who cares, right? It’s kind of fun to compare yourself to others at the Kineda site. I know it doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. The ones I don’t get are, again, according to Kineda, a b-lister (done with the joke now) and a c-lister. So there.
Anyway. Where the hell was I going with this post? Oh yeah. Is there something wrong with me that I don’t just, OMG, LOVE the bloggers that everyone else seems to think are the be all and end all of blogging history?
I think it comes down to that age-old yet annoying saying, “to each his own”.
Truly there are blogs that make me scratch my head at times but somewhere someone thinks the same thing about me…which is fine. I’d rather be liked for being myself than liked for being fake.
wow, love the blog. thanks for being a good friend to me tonight. It was nice to meet with someone sincere. It has been around 25 years, and your still funny, kind, caring, and a responsible person.
I love scallops too! I DONT KNOW ANYONE BUT YOU WHO LOVE SCALLOPS AS MUCH AS ME, weird just plain fucking weird!
I feel incredibly blessed that we met at Dr. E office and we are establishing our relationship again.
I will try to read more of your blog soon and respond with my liberal response on most topics.
As far as A.B.C D bloggers, I do not have an opinion. However I do agree with people blogging about nonsense such as a rabbit in their fucking yard, or the washed and waxed their car on a Sat, or bloggers who scratch the surface on topics and don;t take a risk in controversy. I like a little spunk, I dont know if this is they correct forum to address my concern, but I carry a cross everyday having mental illness. It is a cross I bear along with my sweet sweet husband who has been with me through thick and thin. NOt ONCE has he left my side, and it took me a long, long, long fucking time before I believed that he would stick it out with me no matter what. Trust me I have tested him to the point of pushing him away, volunteering to leave myself, and still the man stayed with me. Before I met my husband I was a notorious commitment-phobe to men. I did the breaking up with the guys, NEVER NEVER did I get dumped My husband Shawn pushed the edges a bit with me, stayed when I pretty much told him to fuck off.
YOur previous blog about your friend is sad very sad. However, she will find her way eventually, but don’t give up on her. My husband knew I was close to hospitalization in 2001, and there was nothing he could say or do to prevent it, if anything when we became engaged, and I was looking at another ring on my left ring finger, and I was in love, real love for the second time in my life,I got scared real scared that this was too good to be true, and in the back of my mind I thought he was going to leave. My meds, Christ, husband, my beautiful baby boy (who is now 11) keep me here in this world believing that no one is leaving, we love you, and you are a great women. It is something that they remind me everyday, I am truly blessed. I hope that your friend can find that sort of comfort for herself. Don’t give up on her. Sincerely, Peg
Now I’m wondering if I have any of these bloggers you talk about in my feedreader. Hmm…
Hilly–I agree. I’m sure there are people who come here and say, “OMG! Who the hell is this nutjob?” And like you said, to each there own. There’s always another blog to read. That’s the beauty of the PRB, huh?
Iron Fist–That made me giggle because that’s exactly what I would be thinking if I read this post on someone else’s blog. I’d be thinking, “Is it someone that I sent them to that they can’t stand?” We’re all a little abnormal, aren’t we? LOL
Luckily, I’m so awesome that my listing doesn’t even have a letter. I’m a &#! Lister, so I know you’re not talking about me.
I know what you mean, though. I think with some of those blogs, once you develop a relationship or friendship with that person, their blog becomes interesting to read because you know them.
I’m dying to know who you’re talking about, though.
Actually, I think Adam makes a pretty good point. There are a few bloggers that I LOVE – even if I’m not a huge fan of their blog all on it’s own. And I read them every day.
But it doesn’t sound to me like that’s what you’re talking about.
I wanna know who you’re talking about!!!!!!!!!!
And I know exactly what you mean.
I’m a C List also. I have a few I read everyday (including you). If someone says “go here” I will go, just to check them out. If it is something that I enjoy I will come back, if not I don’t. No different than watching tv.
It’s getting to where I don’t have much time to visit so when I do, it’s usually to a site I enjoy reading!
How are ya, my friend??
If we all liked exactly the same thing the world would be a very boring place.
When I saw “Peggy G” had already posted, I thought, “That’s odd. I don’t remember writing that.”
Hijacking this comment to say “Hi!” to my name twin. I am a “Peggy G” also, although I sign in here as just “Peggy”. Rare to meet another Peggy, let alone one that shares my last initial.
Returning control of this comment zone to Shelli now…
PeggyG–You rock!
Avitable–I can’t say. I’m too big of a coward. And I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings–the blogger him/herself or the ones that really like them. I think you make an excellent point about the relationship bringing you back to the blog.
Britt–Yeah, that’s kind of what I am talking about, but also that it seems like these people already think they are so great that they don’t feel the need to reach out to their readership. One doesn’t reply to comments and the other doesn’t have comments open ever. You know, sorta like Dooce who rarely has comments open and if she does, she doesn’t really acknowledge them.
Finn–I can’t tell you because I am a coward. LOL pspspspspspspsp That was me whispering it to you.
TrishK–That’s kinda how I feel, too. But then, I start wondering if it’s just me or…
Slick–That’s me, too.
I’m awesome! I’m finally at a place where life feels pretty damn good. How about you?
Peggy–I know! She commented first on another post that I had thought you had commented on already and I was thinking, “Is Peggy losing her mind and what the hell is with the G now?” Then I realized that it was my friend (we just reconnected after about 20 years) that I just had coffee with last night and I told her about my blog and she went home and read up a bunch on here.
Ha, my husband’s name is my anti-spam word.
I am sure many people find my blog boring. Of course, I did talk about a chicken in my yard a while back…..
:-P
Hello to my twin name Peggy, I will sign this as Peggy G to eliminate confusion to all. Shelli you ROCK
I don’t read a lot of A-listers. Most of the people I read regularly aren’t even on a list except for the one in my head. It’s just with music. Miley Cyrus might be more popular than Belle and Sebastian but that doesn’t mean I’m buying her albums.
PS. I would totally read the sky “it reminded me of the time when I was a child and my father locked me in the car while he went into the bar to get drunk with his friends and I was crying and cold and then I saw UFO and I was scared and then my Dad came out of the bar and he smacked me and then we went home” blog.
I must be a Z-list blogger, because I read more people than people read me…but that’s ok. To me, I like your blog because it’s a window into who you are. Besides, I met you and I think you’re the mostest. So I will continue to read…
k, so I’m late to the party, but no – you’re not weird. There are some that people have talked up so much, & I just don’t get them. Never will. I check ‘em out, read & leave, or maybe go back to see if they had a bad day or whatever, but I don’t love them all. Some? I’ve stayed…so sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Kinda like life, huh?
I get it.
I dont really care whether I am an a lister or b lister or whatever….I blog b/c I enjoy it and if no one read it I would still blog, and I have found some blogs I just cant get into and some that I love….. one thing I always look for is a sense of humor…..and I think I am going to enjoy reading your blog.
I didn’t recognize who you meant, but then I’ve just dropped to a fringe f-lister, I think, with my three daily readers… but it’s my own fault. and then there’s this other blog of mine that is on the A list, and I don’t even visit it… LOL!!
IM sending you a DM on twitter.
I read a handful of bloggers whose blogs are meh, but they themselves are awesome so I read just to know whats going on in their lives. maybe I am a closet stalker.
If i cannot stand a blog, but everyone else likes it, oh well, IM not wasting my time on it anyway!
(pee ess ; saw this post on twitter NOT in my reader! WTF?)
I don’t care what kind of *-* lister I am (probably a Z-lister?). All I want is for people who read my blog to enjoy what they see/read. Not more, not less. I appreciate all new readers, but as you do, sometimes, I read them, appreciate them, but just I won’t go back, because they’re not on the same wave length. Which is perfectly ok with me. Live and let live.
After four years of blogging I have given up on trying to figure out what makes people tick. They like my stuff or they don’t. Can’t get too crazy about it, people are fickle.
I wouldn’t worry about it so much. I came up as a D-Lister, and hope to stay there, and even put the D-List badge on my site as a sort of pride thing. *laughs* That said, your rank isn’t as bad as you think. Technorati lists me at 4,978,471, which, if I’m not mistaken, is pretty low on the totem pole.
Not that I mind… I’m doing this as much for me as for anyone else, and probably moreso.
Now see what you have me doing? I checked my Technorati rank yesterday as a lark because of this page, and now I’ve checked it again. Of course, my rank is 1,931,029, which means in one day The Simon Project jumped ahead of three million other blogs. Which is weird.
Really weird.
I’m going to post about this, and then I’m going to forget it.
I think.
I hate when you talk about me like this.
Fuck the “C-List”… if you’re on the front page of Google for “Shelli with an I” then you’re A+-List. (*)
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