I never blog about blogging. This will be a first for me.
I was chosen to vote in the Bloggies this year. I was blown away by all of the great blogs from all over the world that I had been overlooking for so long. Among the categories I had to peruse the nominees for: Best African or Middle Eastern Blog, Best Australian and New Zealand Blog, and Best Kept-Secret Blog. These netted me a bunch of new bookmarks and a lot more time wasted reading about lives more interesting than my own.
I dreaded just one of categories that I had to vote in: Best Teen Weblog. I was allowed to select up to five of the 39 blogs listed, and after reading through all 39, I could only convince myself to vote for two – and one was a certain social networking website that helps to keep blogs with no focus, no creativity, and no significance to the general populace out of the real blogosphere.
Unfortunately, not every teen blog can end up in a News Corp-supported black hole. Among the worst offenders on the list was Cory Kennedy. I don’t know how this blog ended up on the list. I don’t even know how this blog attracted the attention of anyone other than Cory Kennedy and her heroin-chic Misshapes-wannabe friends. Apparently, some people, presumably other teens, give a shit about this amateur fashionista (other’s words, not mine. I think using the term “fashionista” gives her too much credit for what she does. If I dressed in rags at age 16, I guess I could have been a d-list celebrity wannabe, too). Complete strangers are willing to take time out of their day to actually read this drivel:
friday- went to bay cities with l. foust and ate a bad sandwhich. went home and slept. foust got val & picked me up again. first stop taco bell. then got into a hectic mess. ended up in silverlake with momma ana, kristi, & nate. right when we got their i ended up going to sleep on rachel , and jacks bed….. with charlie.
Yes, a blow-by-blow of her boring day, with no details, no observations, no insight – oh, and no capitalization, either. People don’t give a shit what you ate, where you eat, who you saw, and the name of the dog you slept with (yes, apparently, “charlie” is a dog). And they don’t want to see pictures of your pale-faced anorexic friends doing the mundane things that you perceive to be things interesting enough to share with the world.
Just because you think you’re important doesn’t mean you deserve to have a blog. You actually have to have something to say. Blogging notoriety shouldn’t be awarded to someone who unintelligibly babbles just because she thinks people give two shits. Blogging notoriety should be earned.
If this is the future of the blogosphere, God help us all.