here’s something about hearing the words, “Me too,” that are mid-key soothing. It’s the validation that I’m not the only sucker struggling with life at that moment in time. And I know, the only source of validation we ever need is the nod of okay from ourselves, but sometimes a “I made that same stupid mistake and it ruined my year,” is needed. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I call it the “Me Too Factor.”
The fancy definition of the Me Too Factor:
The ability to connect and uplift one another through the sharing of not only our happiest moments, but the unfortunate mishaps as well.
The not so fancy definition:
Getting real and sharing stories about our lives, the pleasant ones and the fucked up ones, that make others comment, “Oh shit! Me too!”
I’m missing the Me Too factor, and well, everything else that comes before and after it. I don’t think people are going to like where I am going with this post. In fact, I know a few won’t, but the URL up above does indeed say “YettiSays” so I’m going to let this half rant / half plea fly.
I want Personal Blogging back.
do people blog anymore? I mean about their personal life specifically. is there anybody still just blogging about their lives? real question
— sarah huny young (@huny) June 3, 2016
It started with the above tweet from blogging veteran @Huny. Most of the world knows her as the design powerhouse, but to me and a few other blogging OG’s, she’s Huny / Hundalina Jones from thatbitch.com circa the 2000s era. Back then, before live journals, xangas, and tumblrs, we were coming undone, not so poetically, on the Internet. We were writing without expectations and sometimes without comments because back then, if you didn’t have greymatter or b2, you weren’t receiving those. We were blogging freely and pretty much uncensored, because at that point in time, we didn’t have to look over our shoulders for the possibility of someone using our words against us. We were sharing and venting unapologetically without the worries of sticky fingers, because stealing someone’s content meant you were stealing his or her story too, and no one was stupid enough to do that.
We were personal bloggers with no genre, no niche, and simply no fucks to give.
Blogging has clearly evolved since those days, and don’t get me wrong, I love what it has become and what it has enabled many of us to do today. It’s a multi-faceted community that without a doubt can not be replaced. It’s some writer’s bread and butter, and more recently, their stepping stone into beautiful opportunities. But at the same time, it’s over saturated. It’s dry. It’s more fancy pictures, and the selling of products. It’s look at me, I’m awesome, do you want to shop my look, or buy my PDF of tips and tricks you can actually google on your own for free.
We’ve lost the essence of sharing, and to be honest, I think I can count on my hands and maybe one foot, how many bloggers and writers I know that are still sharing posts about their lives, and doing that shit with heart.
I said this during my speech at the Black Weblog Awards, personal blogging is an art. Yes an art. It’s purposeful and passion filled. It’s full of healing, making sense of one’s daily happenings and heart-breaks, while discovering, honing, revamping, and perfecting his or her’s voice in this world. It’s self-discovery done altruistically in the eye of the public because well, others can learn a lesson too. However, it is not sharing “Dear Diary” stories for the sake of a reaction or crying on the internet. Or posting click bait in hopes of hitting goal numbers. Or my personal favorite, producing absolute trash to up one’s follower counts.
For personal blogging to be what it truly is, we need to be, well, personal. We need more realness and relatability. We need stories, the good and the bad, the victories and the struggles. We need to reduce the fluff, up the the vulnerability, and honor authenticity, because in a world with a lot of noisy moving parts, your words, believe it or not, contribute to its narrative. We need to step out of the comfort zone and explore ourselves and our thoughts. The weird ones. The sexual ones. The ones that are not easily digested but are relevant as fuck. We need less pre-planned posts full of clichés and beaten down concepts, and more posts driven by the bullshit that is indeed our lives coated with blessings and hardcore lessons learned. And of course, lastly, we need a little bit more heart, because let’s face it, words taste better this way.
Bring back personal blogging