I was shooting the breeze in one of my blogging groups the other day, and we were talking about a blog post by a well-known blogger who blogged about bloggers blogging sponsored blog posts. Yes, we bloggers have a higher-than-average level of susceptibility to obsessive navel-gazing, if you hadn’t already noticed.
So anyway, I’d just done my first official sponsored post (meat cake, anyone?) so it was a very timely discussion, and one I have thought about a lot lately because my decision to do this was not taken lightly.
For the record, sponsored posts are ones where the author has been paid to blog about their experience with a product, event or service. It was a really thoughtful article, and it tackled a potentially controversial subject with warmth, sensitivity and tact (characteristics which are often in serious deficit around here).
The author of the blog post in question essentially made the point that she only reads sponsored posts by “good” bloggers, which begged the question: What makes a good blogger?
According to the author:
See, being a good blogger is what it’s all about. And let me give you some examples on what I think makes a good blogger (this is just my personal opinion!)
Do I know who you are? Do I know your proper name? How long have you been around? Do I know roughly where you live, what you look like, how many kids do you have?
It was the second paragraph that really got me musing. According to that set of criteria, Hugzilla falls well short of good-blogger territory.
- I don’t use my “proper name”.
- Other than a post I wrote about my bushfire evacuation 12 months ago (when no one was reading anyway), I suspect that very few of you know where I live.
- The only picture of myself on this entire blog is in my “About Me” widget, which I only included under duress (it’s THE RULES, yo!), and even then I took pains to choose one that obscured as much of my face as possible.
- I suspect that many of you only have vague notions about the number of children I have, because I rarely if ever post about them. I actually take pride in being the mummy-blogger who never blogs about her kids, because I get a bizarre little kick from being a contrary little shit.
Quite frankly, after I tossed all this stuff around in my head I came to the conclusion that I am a shitty and emotionally-distant blogger, and that you deserve much better from this relationship.
So, you and me…. We need to have “the talk”.
It’s been 100 posts now, so I figure that it’s probably time we took things to the next level. I want to be a good blogger, and good bloggers talk about their feelings and let you feel them up a little bit. I’ve had a few glasses of gin and creaming soda, so I’m a little loose, warm and tipsy. Consider it my “Happy 100th” gift to you.
I thought we’d start with a few basics. Who the hell is Hugzilla?
Hugzilla is the product of my Gen-X paranoia. I took a remarkable leap of faith about three years ago to join my first ever Facebook group. It was a random group of 45 women who had all “met” on a parenting forum. The only three things we had in common were that we all had sex at the same time, fell pregnant and managed to end up in a Facebook group together.
I had no idea who these women were. They could have been scammers. They could have been pathological liars. They could have been Justin Bieber fans. (Turns out, we had one who was all three, but that’s a story for another time that will never happen, no matter how drunk I am or how many times you squeeze me in all the right places).
Anyway, before joining this Facebook group my natural proclivity for being a suspicious old cow led me to change my surname to “So-So”.
Why? I do not know.
It was so-so stupid.
At some point I got bored with calling myself “So-So” and changed my Facebook surname to “Pregzilla” one night, to a try and milk a few cheap LOLs. I mean, that was stupid too. Sure, when you are pregnant it feels like your pregnancy is never going to end, particularly when you have a pregnancy like mine that goes 10 days overdue and still needs the involvement of every single staff member on the maternity ward to bring that shit to a satisfactory conclusion.
But, yes, even my epic pregnancy came to it’s inevitably messy end and I needed to do a trade-in on the name Pregzilla, because I sure as shit didn’t need that hanging over my head as a potential self-fulfilling prophecy. I’d already garned a reputation within the group for being
an asshole a bit of straight-talker who doesn’t sugar-coat things, and this corny internet charade of throwing “hugz” and glitter around was anathema to my truth-at-all-costs approach.
Fuck off with your hugz. They are useless to me. I don’t do hugz.
And thus, the Hugzilla pseudonym was born in a moment of delicious irony and mirth.
And errr, that’s pretty much it.
Later on I started a blog and called it Hugzilla.
God, that whole thing felt so icky. This is why I don’t talk about myself.
It’s boring and vaguely unsatisfying.
Wanna make-out instead?
You know what makes a good blogger?
A blogger who asks a question at the bottom.
I ALWAYS forget to do that.
What do YOU think makes a good blogger?