I fell down a blog comment section rabbit hole on another blogger’s post yesterday.
It was a smart post and I agreed with the points (I won’t link it here for a few reasons) and I agreed with some of the comments. What I learned from the comments is that everyone wants to follow a blogger who is relatable. But do we really?
Honestly, I go both ways. I am drawn to those who are humble and self-deprecating. I appreciate those with a sense of humor and can laugh at themselves. I love reading the blogs of genuine, kind ladies. I love those who shop at Target and Old Navy and think spending $1000 on a pair of shoes is ridiculous. But. I also love beautiful, white pictures and expensive bouquets and I buy $40 lipstick. I’m a walking dichotomy.
Earlier this week, I “liked to know it” on a big blogger’s Instagram. She had a $400 fake flower arrangement. I think my head exploded. That is unfathomable to me. Not to shit on her success, but why not check out the home section at TJMaxx? If we have an extra $400 sitting around, we use it to improve the house. Or we’ll go away for the weekend. Or maybe invest it. But that’s just me. She probably has the money to do all of the above. However, I continue to follow her and like her pictures and genuinely enjoy her blog. It’s a life I can’t identify with, but it’s fun to watch from my Value City Furniture couch.
Blog friends sometimes comment that I’m relatable. I find that lovely. But I can’t help but be that way. I’m not skinny. I don’t have gorgeous mermaid hair. I am not a glamorous person. I buy $8 skirts and shop for shoes on the clearance rack at DSW. I reuse aluminum foil and plastic bags (God help me). I buy generic food at the grocery (much to J’s chagrin). I only purchase flowers on manager’s special. My favorite wine is $3 a bottle.
We both work very hard. I put in a lot of hours at my job and J puts in even more as a self-employed business owner. We live cheaply. I only bought a new car after my transmission crapped out. Our cabinet drawer busted months ago so our cutlery lives in a basket on a kitchen chair until we can have a new one custom-made. We desperately need to replace our kitchen floor. Our new mower is currently sitting in the middle of said kitchen because it was delivered broken. That stuff is not repinnable. But we’re doing okay.
I think what I’m trying to say is: we want to follow those we relate to, but it can be nice to have a break from “real life” from time to time. Would you rather read about our refrigerator shelves breaking or see a bunch of flat-lay pictures of what’s in my purse? Me discuss my adult breakout (help me) or read about someone’s month-long trip to Mexico? A picture of my weekly pizza or a picture of a blogger having breakfast in their white bed at 11:00 am on a Tuesday? Sometimes I don’t know. I strive for a healthy mix of both. It’s nice to know we’re not alone, but there are some days I just can’t read about someone else’s problems. On days when I receive a $2000 bill from the allergist, the tenants haven’t paid rent, I’m fighting with Microsoft Word at work, and it’s rainy and cold, it’s nice to stalk the perfectly clean and white kitchens and pompom sandals of Instagram. It’s like I can transport myself to a fantasy world where donuts don’t make my butt bigger and I get paid to relax on the beach.
What are your thoughts on this?