Whether you like it or not, you’re a voyeur.
Yes, you. Sitting there in your bathrobe, drinking your cup of coffee. You, who live in Bumblephuck, Nowhere, and belong to the PTA. You, who drive a minivan and have obligations that sound helluva lot like ‘soccer practice’ and ‘rotary’.
Or you there, with your tattoos and a ridiculous final exam schedule. You, with the fantastic internship in San Fransisco this summer. You, whom everyone thought would never make it in the real world (until you ran up and kicked the real world in the ass.)
You’re ALL voyeurs.
A blog is like a little window into another person’s life. Reading one is the internet’s version of being that creepy dude sitting in the park ‘birdwatching’ with your telephoto lens. You know, without all the negative connotations and flashy police light interruptions.
And if you write for a blog, you’re really no better. You’ve got an exhibitionist side trying to claw its way out from the deep, twisty confines of your black soul. You get a little tingle in your bathing suit parts when someone ‘likes’ your post, and if someone leaves a comment… It’s like a little piece of heaven. Or a large margarita. You pick your poison.
I’ve been lurking on a couple of ‘big’ blogs lately trying to get a feel for what makes them so successful. Number one, of course, is the quality of content presented, but a close second (I think) is the sense of community the readers feel when they visit the page.
To me, it seems like the readers have some sort of connection with the writer. Whether it’s because (s)he is an infamous oversharer who makes everyone else feel just a lee-tle bit less crazy, or because the writer documents every single moment of their life with an appropriately hipster Instagram photo from their iPhone, readers just seem to get it. Like every post is sprinkled with fairy dust or some shit like that.
Whatever it is, I want that kind of community.
So that’s where all of you come in. I want to add another page to the Three Ring Mom homepage that pays homage to you guys. You not-so-anonymous people who make this whole blogging machine click. My minions, in other words.
If you want to be added to the Three Ring Mom “Minions!” page, leave a comment or shoot me an e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org) with your name, URL, and short message about what you write about. I’ll review each submission, and if it passes my test (read: your content is not about fisting donkeys or something messed up like that), I’ll add your page.
It’ll be like one of those big hippie communes from the seventies, except with showers. And less weed.
So go forth, my minions. Go forth and multiply.