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Is there a particular reason that Bloggers whom are also
parents, are portrayed in the media as sneaky, facial cream grabbing, housewives,
whom have nothing better to do than spend hours online, sedating their boredom,
by meddling in the media, and tricking people into buying things?
I don’t think that I have had one interview yet, that
didn’t begin with the golden question, why did you start blogging? Was it the
boredom and loneliness of being a mum at home?
I have thought about changing my bio to;
One Bored and very lonely Mum. Blogging!- To fill the void
that a real job left. For the time being I can blog, and trick my friends into
buying appliances that I get sent, just till the kids are all independent
enough. Then, I can go and get a real job. Just think! I might even be able to
get A REAL JOB writing a witty column for a magazine. If I’m lucky, I might
write for a magazine, a real magazine that has just as many subscribers as my
blog. I could then choose exactly what I put in my column, and what products I
share with my REAL job readers.
Misogyny…. So hot right now.
Not only is it patronising to me, but it is patronising to
you there, the one reading. Apparently you will buy things on my say so, which
is awesome by the way, because I need a new car. Please buy me one.
I promise I’m not missing the point about it being blogger
disclosure, and I understand why I really do.
We can’t go around accepting payment for sponsored posts and
pretending we love something so that our idiotic readers will buy them, its
misleading and completely unfair to somewhat dull readership who have no idea
what’s going on, because where will it end?!?
The next thing we know, whole cricket teams will be sending
subliminal messages to young sportsmen that eating KFC will improve your spin
bowl.
I always disclose sponsored activity on my blog. The reaction
from my community has been mostly positive, but I am not going to stop with
disclosing on my blog, Facebook and twitter.
`I promise the next time I am having a legitimate conversation
with my real, market recognised School parent community, to be wearing a T
Shirt that states the exact terms and conditions of any brand I mention.
Perhaps I could get away with not mentioning any brands personally, just play a
game of charades with the other mums at the school gate, the next time someone
asks me where I got the pocket bread in Mr Eight’s lunchbox.
Supermarket 1 word, sounds like; Moles.
I’m taking the piss I know; we all know bloggers are not
journalists. We have no editor, no final word. There is no one that is
accountable at the end of the day. I could write whatever I like on my blog, I might say something hugely misleading and damaging
like Leisel is too fat to swim and then what?!?
In all seriousness, the main difference between bloggers and
Media is that media have an audience. Viewers and readers. Bloggers have a
platform for an audience, and a community. Which I guess is why the argument
pisses me off so much.
The only reason anyone is still doing stories on Mummy
bloggers accepting payment, is that no one can quite understand why their
opinion matters, and that’s because they don’t understand the community.
It’s also why all
last night’s issue of media watch accomplished nothing more than a chance to
get #SPANKYTOWN trending on twitter.
You can’t convince me that this community is built on a hot
bed of distrust because I live there. Don’t patronise me into believing that I
trust and help my community, based on the say so of a few witty bored women.
Fuck off.
It’s patronising to Male parent bloggers.
It is patronising to the blogger who will never again see
the world through eyes that didn’t see the atrocities of the food crisis inNiger, ever again. This blogger travelled to Niger because the real media, real
magazines, don’t want to report of massive famine alongside an advertisement for
food.
The combined support of the community meant that these
stories were told and shared. Did I sponsor a child because Eden told me to?
You bet your Arse I did.
It’s Patronising to the story tellers, who share their
remarkable lives and through their stories, raise awareness for causes like the
Shepherd Centre, Foundation 18, Autism, mental illness, domestic violence. The
list is endless.
Last Media Watch picked many things from these blogs, but
failed to mention any of these causes. What a sad fucking shame.
Meanwhile, I’m tired from being pissed off. I am going to
check out Styling you and buy something. & not because Nikki Parkinson told
me to, but because the last time I asked her if my arse looked big in
something, she told me the truth.
Emma xx
PS If you are a blogger with a cause, feel free to add your link down the bottom.
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