Someone told me the other day that Instagram is doing to blogging what the internet did to newspapers.
What an interesting analogy I thought. Not completely accurate, but pretty close.
My traffic is just about the same as it usually is. Which is better than being down, however it’s not as good as being up. In case you’re wondering I get about 50k hits a day. Make sure to go tell everyone that. Thanks.
So this is the trend right now, huh? We’d rather see more pretty photos and less ugly words. “Great!” -says the fashion bloggers. “Oh shit.” -says me. Do you know how hard it is to fake a cool life on Instagram these days? It’s exhausting. All the flowers and pineapples and shoes and coffee and hashtags… It’s a damn jungle trying to keep up in this business. Sometimes I just want to throw the towel in and say YOU WIN. I give up. I’ll just stick to my isolated little life of words and cynical thoughts.
But this is my job. I don’t have the novelty of giving up. I don’t want to give up.
And so we go back to the trends. It’s not a surprise it’s moved this way, we’ve seen this coming for months. Probably even years if I would have been paying more attention. But when have I ever been paying attention? I tend to ignore things I don’t want to see.
I have my moments when I freak out. When I think about blogging hitting the dust (people have been saying it’s dead for years, yet here we still are) and I get angry and jealous and throw a fit like a toddler.
They’re just clothes! They’re not even writing. It’s not fair. They just started yesterday. I’ve been doing this for yearsssssss.
And then I hate myself when I realize all of my fits are about other people. Perhaps if I spent a little less time (feeding the bad wolf) worrying about the pretty pictures and a little more time on writing better posts, well then I wouldn’t be throwing a fit in the first place.
The reason for this random post at the moment is that I’m currently sitting in the salon chair spending way too much time with my thoughts so I don’t have to make small talk with my stylist.
So I want to know, are you still reading? You’re obviously here right now. But what about other blogs? Or other days?
And since I’m asking questions does anyone else have hate-follows on Instagram? People that drive them absolutely crazy with their LOOK HOW GREAT I AM lives that you know you would absolutely loathe in person but you continue to look anyway because …. because I’m not sure why?
Or does that make me a terrible person? … Get back to me. I’m going to be sitting in this chair for the next three hours.