I am clearly one of the least popular bloggers of all-time, because this is only my second peer-nominated award in almost two years of blogging.
Not that it gives me a complex or anything (it does), but I have to admit that the masochist in me always takes a sneaky peek at other people’s Liebster posts, to see how much more popular they are than me. Total teenage-regression stuff.
With depressing regularity, it is often the case that people with less than two months of blogging under their belts have already collected a larger selection of awards than I have managed in two whole years.
“Oh wow, this is my 16th Liebster Award and I’ve only been blogging for 7 weeks. I’d like to thank Sanctimonious Mummy, The Crusty-Dreadlock Lifestyle Blog, Cooler-Than-You Fashionista, The McJudgey Wholefoods Guru and Try-Hard Satirical Blogger for nominating me this time around”.
I fail hard in the popularity stakes.
My mum wasn’t even reading my blog after two months.
My husband still doesn’t after two years.
A big thank you to Karin from Calm to Conniption for her sympathy vote: today I feel less like a Loser and more like a Liebster.
So, I have some questions to answer as part of my Liebster Award acceptance speech, because it’s not all back-stage gropes with George Clooney and cocktails with my new BFF Taylor Swift. It’s hard work being popular. People want to KNOW about you, and shit.
1. What do you love most about blogging?
It’s the perfect outlet for my out-of-control ego.
Just kidding. It’s the power-trip, of course.
2. How/why did you choose your blog’s name?
I agonised for a very long time trying to find a catchy blog name that hadn’t already been stolen out from under me.
Calm to Conniption. Mumabulous. The Bloggess. Fat Mum Slim.
The name Hugzilla was actually an internet pseudonym I was using on Facebook at the time I started the blog. A year or so earlier I frantically changed my real name in a moment of irrational paranoia when I joined my first Facebook group, a bunch of 45 random women who were due to have their babies in the same month. I was obviously pregnant at the time, so I initially chose the rather poetic-sounding Melissa Pregzilla.
Once I gave birth the name Pregzilla lost all of its (already limited) comic cache, and I was desperate to change it to something else so I didn’t jinx myself into another pregnancy.
It became widely known within the group that one of my pet hates are those meaningless internet “hugzzz” that shallow people chronically throw about in lieu of actually expressing an opinion or being honest about shit.
Person A: Confesses deeply disturbing and dysfunctional thought process. Asks what they should do.
Person B: Aaaaw, hugzzzz, hun xx
Hugzilla: Fuck off with your generic hugs.
So, the name Melissa Hugzilla became the end result of an internet in-joke.
Months later I started a thread in that same group, asking for ideas about what I should call the blog. Someone suggested Hugzilla. I scoffed at them. Two days later, Hugzilla blog was born.
3. Cats or Dogs?
Cats look at you like they want to steal your soul. I find it unsettling.
4. If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
I’ve been pondering this for a while now, and every time I come back to it a little voice in my head keeps piping up with “hot chips”. My inner voice is clearly a seagull.
5. Who or what is your nemesis?
This is probably going to come as a surprise, but I don’t actually have one. I don’t have enemies. I’m sure I come across as a total asshole on this blog at times but I find it very hard to dislike people and I tend to get along with everyone. I seem to do a pretty good job at making enemies online though: mostly humourless people who take themselves and the trivial shit in their lives too seriously. There’s too many of those to count.
6. What would be the theme song to your life?
A mash-up of the angry riot grrrl punk of Bikini Kill with the smart-arse loser-slackerdom of Pavement and the middle-aged anomie and existential regret of The National.
7. Sweet or savoury or both?
It depends on a complicated matrix of factors like blood-alcohol level, the stages of my menstrual cycle, the behaviour of my children, my current glycemic index and how pissed off I am with the world in general.
8. What’s your favourite month of the year?
I’m a stay-at-home mum. It doesn’t matter what month it is. They’re all tedious.
9. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
The power to make my kids eat vegetables.
10. What dish do you make the best? What’s your speciality a la maison?
I refuse to answer any question that requires me to google what the question means.
At this point that I am supposed to nominate more blogs but I struggle with that because it means leaving people out, and I don’t want to leave people out.
I know I was hamming it up earlier in this piece but I want to thank all of the wonderful bloggers who stop by here regularly; sharing your kind words and your overwhelming support for this space.
You know who you are. I hope to see LOTS of your faces at Problogger this year, because I am going to HUG the SHIT out of ALL y’all.