Today I planned to share a post about how to apply bronzer, but, as you know by now, I don’t stick to a schedule.
I asked lots of blog questions yesterday – and thank you from the bottom of my heart for responding! If you haven’t yet, I have a giveaway going on if you help me. 🙂
As I mentioned, I’m struggling with creativity and what to say. What do I want this space to represent? When I started blogging, it was mainly beauty tips and a random piece here and there. Light and airy. But it has evolved to “opinion” with a beauty post thrown in. I have a lot of things to say, and some days I can’t bring myself to share tips about bronzer when there’s so much happening around us. It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t! God knows I need a break and love coming to blogs to read about the Nordstrom Sale and beauty tips and cocktail recipes and how to use Pinterest. These tips carry me through.
But sometimes I wish there was more. I wish the blog world was less robotic. I wish we’d feel comfortable sharing authentic opinions. I spent much of yesterday angry about the fact that Melania Trump clearly plagiarized Michelle Obama’s speech from 2008 – not because it’s a major issue, but because if the situation were reversed, not one ounce of grace would be given. Trump would emotionally mug the offending party. And then I realized how much anger I’d felt lately. Anger over Orlando. Anger over Philando Castile. Anger over Dallas. Anger over Baton Rouge. Anger over the fact that the death of Freddie Gray was ruled a homicide and yet NOT ONE person was charged. Anger over Leslie Jones being racially abused on Twitter. Anger over this election and the onslaught of lies and garbage we’re being fed.
And so I spent lots of time on Twitter Monday reading and reacting to stories about the Kardashian/Swift debacle. We need stories like that to distract us from the scary shit happening in our world, just as I need to know how to style booties and skinny jeans and how to wear highlighter. But I also want to know that there’s a living, breathing person there: a person with thoughts and feelings and occasional diarrhea and budget problems. We can all have the same blog design and teach others how to brush their teeth and get to 9783646 followers on Instagram. As much as I’m an advocate for writing what you want, I guess I’m just exhausted from seeing the same sponsored post recycled 982734 times. Do you, girl. You should make money if that’s what you want to do. And I get that it’s hard to know what to say. I’m certainly not eloquent or making a difference. But can we all use the platform that we’ve been given to occasionally talk about what really matters? Or are we all too concerned with becoming a brand to show the real us?
What are your thoughts on this?