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!