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In case you hadn’t heard, America had an election Tuesday and despite bloggers’ instagram and snapchat campaigns, Trump made it to the Oval. Now most bloggers are coping the only way they know how – publicly.
Jordan Reid at Ramshackle Glam, known for her intellectual think pieces, can’t seem to get back on track.
As a writer, I have no idea how to return to my regular schedule of cute shoes and funny parenting stories, or how to sit down today and start moving through to a to-do list that includes such imperatives as “start compiling holiday gift guide,” and “post flat-lay to IG.”
She has apparently rallied with a new post about an “action plan” that is basically her informing us how super involved she is in her community and btw did you know she has battled anxiety for decades. She then suggests you go sign a change.org petition “calling upon the Electoral College to fix this” and tells you to go donate to a bunch of things. Because if having a tantrum doesn’t work, throw money at the problem. That’s the rich American white girl way!
I can’t bring myself to say much today, I’m still in a state of shock, so I’m just going to post my outfit.
The instagram prairie mamas are either silent or pushing an agenda of quiet acceptance and hugs – the typical resigned-smile, everything-will-be-fine position that hetero suburban sahms of comfortable means can easily afford to embrace. Mama Watters doesn’t want to talk about politics, instead posting about a poem which is basically an excuse to inform you she doesn’t read her inspirational stuff from some kindle like you fast living monsters.
I have on my bedside table a few books of blessings, prayers, and poetry for times such as this. They are small and linen-bound, full of comfort and wisdom. The light-filled words inside them give me perspective in times of worry, growth, longing, exhaustion, new beginnings, thanksgiving and despair…
All things that die have the potential to feed new life. If we’ll just plant and tend to the seeds, they will grow. I’m thinking about those seeds a lot today. What will be my part in transforming this follow-feeling space into something beautiful in the days ahead?
I assume she meant “fallow” which would still be a questionable use of the word, but whatever. Very profound, much feminist.
And then there’s Cupcakes and Cashmere who (probably wisely) kept politics off her glitter and cake pop filled Home For Glossier Intern Program Rejects. She posted something about “Unexpected Holiday Glam” and then that Alina chick posted about “loving disco fever”.
So, happy post-election Friday! Welcome to the New (Same As Before Just With Different Rich White Men In Charge) America!
Cecily Kellogg, “social media manager”, posted one of her classic omg everyone please notice me shock-jock rants the other day over on that site where washed up/wannabe bloggers go to try and feel relevant.
Her fertility struggles worked out in the end because now she has her free-to-be-sexy pansexual tween daughter, but she trots out the 12 year old tale of her twins with a different spin at least once a year. Now she has repackaged her Did You Know I Lost Twin Babies Fifty Thousand Years Ago story to be SEO-friendly during this time of Cheeto Jesus. You can read her latest version here and I hope you like profanity because in typical ‘edgy’ Cecily style every other word is four letters long.
Anyhasbeens, Swamp Walrus got her wish – it seems Philly.com picked up her post and decided to run some ‘Area Woman’ style filler interview with our favorite pink beast. After spewing in her post that Trump would not “listen to me…because I’m extremely low on your personal pussy grabbing scale being both old AND fat” she goes on to tell Philly.com:
“If [Trump] were to communicate with me, I would screen-shot the hell out of it” and share it on social media.
So…basically she’s just bitter that she’s too “old AND fat” for Trump to take any notice of her, but omg she really wants him to “communicate” with her so she can attention vampire some more? Ok then.
Brisbane’s Mode Media has abruptly shut down, leaving bloggers unpaid, investors frustrated and rumors swirling in its wake…The company, a publisher of lifestyle sites and operator of an ad network which placed big brands’ campaigns on smaller websites, told investors and employees Thursday that it was closing its doors after failing to find a buyer or line up financing.
Bloggers are naturally furious, most claiming they haven’t been paid and demanding to know wtf happened. They have created a twitter hashtag #ModeOwesBloggers, and started a Facebook group to try and figure out what to do next. One blogger insists it’s not about the money, while saying “it’s the time I spent putting these campaigns together. I invested a lot of my own money into creating the content, all the while thinking, it’s OK because I can put it back into my savings soon…” Another blogger explained why the closing is a blow for bloggers who were tied to the Mode Media ad network.
If you were part of the ad network…you were tied to an exclusivity contract for at least a year and couldn’t be a part of any other networks…which hurts like hell now for some bloggers because not only did Mode close without notice, they were months behind in payment.
There are some who think the closing should come as no suprise – over a month ago Dianna Mullins posted a “Farewell Letter” to Medium hinting at possible problems.
Ego must be put aside. The vision must be for the good of the whole never just for the individual. If competing visions and misalignment occurs at the core level with this team, it is imperative that issues be resolved quickly. The company must come first, even if it means breaking up the entity into smaller parts, to allow each to find its path. Some may succeed, others may fail, but this ensures the entire entity does not fall.
While some panic over what this “might signify for the blogging industry” others are rushing to remind everyone that possible mismanagement at one company does not spell doom for the blog advertising structure as a whole.
An 18 year old woman in Austria is suing her parents for posting “embarrassing” photos of her as a baby and child to their facebook accounts.
They knew no shame and no limit – and didn’t care whether it was a picture of me sitting on the toilet or lying naked in my cot – every stage was photographed and then made public…
The photos included diaper changes, potty training, and other childhood events. The parents have refused to remove the photos, because the father feels “since he took the photos he has the right to publish the images”.
Surely she can just arrange another medical problem and get another few months’ stay at a hospital?
This type of thing has been going on for a while with this instagram mom, so I’m not sure what she thought she was doing posting nudes of her daughter. But as she’s said in the past, she will post what she wants.
Dooce, no one cares but it’s a slow news day so far, has revealed via podcast that she maybe made too big a deal out of her mental health. She says based on her years of posts where she brings up her variable moods, people apparently got the idea that she was actually mentally fragile – but that wasn’t really the case.
I did hammer the nail into my own coffin…I had crafted a narrative that I was the crazy neurotic wife…when he revealed to people that I was the one who asked for the separation all these people were like I can’t imagine what it was like to live with someone so mentally ill..
She went on to say most of her tales of instability were just “curated” stories she shared on her blog, but the “narrative” “worked against” her during the divorce because “a lot of people interpreted” her “as a deranged woman”.