Are You a Blog Snob?
May 27, 2006
I’m sure you know of a few. Those would be Blog Snobs. I ain’t naming no names but lurking around the blogosphere I came across this nifty little post: Blog Snobbery 101. It’s in jest and I’ll continue in jest.
A blog snob is a super-important blogger who knows it and makes sure the rest of the world does too. A blog snob doesn’t come out and say “Hey, look at me! I’m super-important!” No, blog snobs simply exude importance through their actions.
A few choice picks from the post…
…only your friends’ comments are worthy of a response. Everyone else is just there to give you praise (and add to your blog’s importance by contributing to your comment count).
In the off chance you decide to actually respond to a piece of fan-mail just remember: hitting that reply button inside of a week is a big no-no. You must wait at least a week, preferably a month before replying. The longer you keep’em waiting (and guessing, because some of your fans actually want a reply–go figure), the more it adds to your aura of importance. After all, you’re so busy you couldn’t possibly have time for the people who read your blog (and make you the important person that you are) so go ahead, make’em wait!
Do you know anybody who is a blog snob? If so, maybe an e-intervention is in order. They may not know it. Let’s pick out one Blog Snob, get a blogging posse together and head on over to the blog in question and confront them. There’ll be screaming, ranting, denails, tears and jeers and hopefully acceptance … then come Monday, they’ll continue on their snobbery ways.
More importantly … if after reading the post and you’ve come to the shock, horror realisation that you’re one of them then hang your head in shame and do your best to de-snob yourself or else there just might be a blgging posse heading your way.
PS. I truly didn’t have anybody in mind who’s a bona-fide blog snob when writing this post.
PPS. I truly didn’t. But I’m sure if I think about it I may come up with a few.
PPPS. It’s 3am. Sunday morning. Do you know where you are? You’re head hurts. And you’ve stumbled home and are now surfing around visiting shonky sites (okay, porn) and messing with YouTube and writing this post. What happened to Saturday? Enough said. (special thanks to “Bright Lights, Big City” by Jay McInerney for the inspiration to write this PPPS in the second person.) You decide to go to bed and skip Sunday.
PPPPS. Thanks for letting me indulge in some literary shenanigans.