Blogger popularity contests are the new skinny jeans.

Ahhh, skinny jeans… we wanted to buy into you.  We wanted the promise of “skinny”.  We saw you everywhere, so clearly you must’ve been awesome, popular, and oh so worth it.  But why oh why were the majority of us just left feeling… uncomfortable.

If you’re active in the social media scene, I’m sure at some point lately you’ve read a post, or a tweet, or facebook status by a blogger asking you to vote for them for… something.  All you have to do as a loyal friend or reader is visit whatever website has nominated them, and click the “vote” or “thumbs up” next to their name.  And you can even vote once every single day.

These “contests” are different than Top Fifty lists that are put together by actual editors of an online website.  Those are opinions of the editors or committee and those bloggers are chosen by a number of factors.  I’m talking about the contests that ask the public to decide.

I did one of these once, and I can’t blame bloggers for getting caught up in it.  Who doesn’t want to be recognized for their writing, and opinions, and time and effort?  Only about 5 percent (completely made up statistic) of bloggers are actually going to make a living at it, so why not get a little pat on the back every now and then? Who wouldn’t want to make it on the list of  Ten Funniest Bloggers?

Top Twenty Daddy Blogs?

Hot Housewife Bloggers?

Most Fashionable?

Top Ten Bloggers Who Have Shoulder Length Hair?

Most Popular Female Satirical Bloggers Who Own Chickens?

It’s getting out of control.  I’m starting to get the skinny jean feeling about it. You know, lots of hype, made to look good, wear it with anything, everyone then wants in on it… and only very few benefit.  These websites that nominate bloggers (or let bloggers nominate themselves), are just using bloggers to pull in traffic. A majority of these contests are held on websites with no real significant cache or exposure, and if everyone on a list of 100 bloggers gets fifty people to visit every day and vote, that’s huge traffic.  The website gets lots of clicks – the blogger gets nothing.

Bloggers end up hounding their friends and family for votes.  It often escalates into a barrage of tweets and updates begging for everyone to go vote EVERY DAY.  But unfortunately, the prize for making it to the top of one of these lists is most often nothing – not even a little spike in website traffic.  If it were a contest where the winner wins a good amount of cash, a contract, a job, or a large donation to a charity – that would be a different story.

Plus, a blogger that watches their name rise and fall in one of these “popularity” contests often starts to feel less and less, well… popular.  Just like squeezing into those skinny jeans can make one feel much less skinny.  The top three bloggers on that list look awesome – everyone else looks like a loser.  The supermodel population looks great in skinny jeans – the rest look like sausage.

And let’s face it, begging every single day for people to vote for you can make you feel icky.  Much in the same way that sitting or crouching in skinny jeans does for your gut and crotch.

If you’re not already popular, these contests do nothing for you.  The A list blogger can mention briefly ONCE that they were nominated for this or that list and soar to the top.  There’s also that small percentage of people that can slip into skinny jeans, pair it with a relaxed but flattering top, the right pair of calf high boots and look stunning.  The rest of the population is left trying to be trendy while hiding their muffin tops, tugging at their camel toe, and staring at their mary jane flats wondering why their ankles look so small while their feet look so big.

A lot of bloggers are starting to catch on.

So let’s hope that these popularity contests, just like skinny jeans…

are already going out of style.

 

Dear Chaz Bono – I guess I’m pretty traditional.

I suppose my family is what you would call a “traditional” family. I am heterosexual, married, have a young child, one on the way, and two dogs. We have also altered our financial lifestyle so that I can stay home with our children while they are very young and my husband works.

I am protective of my child, and careful of the people, things, and ideas I let into my home.  I am starting to realize as I age, that I have very traditional values.

I value honor.  Integrity in one’s beliefs and actions is something I hope to teach my son.

I value dignity.  True dignity requires self respect, and people who respect themselves tend to respect others.

I value truth.  Lies diminish a person and the people being lied to.

I value family.  Having and creating a unit that loves and supports one another is the root system to living an honest, healthy life.

I value standing up for your rights.  That’s a tradition this country was founded on.

I value change.  This is one of the oldest traditions of all.  It’s the only constant.  It’s the path to evolution… to growth.

I value courage.  It takes great strength of character to stand up despite great opposition.

I hear you are going to dance.  I’ve never been a big fan of Dancing With The Stars – as a former dancer, I never quite caught on to the craze of watching people who aren’t quite so good at it.  But I will say dancing is good for the soul.  It also takes a lot of courage to do it front of millions.

I also hear that many are appalled at your appearance on the show.  Some even quote bible verses, and cry “sin” and “abomination”.  I’m not against the tradition of picking and choosing what’s useful from the bible.  People have done that since the beginning.  I guess the question is – what’s useful?

I pick turning the other cheek.

I pick treating others how I would want to be treated.

I pick compassion.

Through the years I’ve gathered that at the core of most religions, and those older than Christianity, is the goal of becoming a better person not a better judge.

Like I said, I’m careful of the people, things, and ideas that I let into my home.

Would you like to come to dinner?

I’m guessing since my value system makes me pretty traditional…

It makes you pretty traditional too.

 

Hail to the evolution of parenting.

I read a blog post on BlogHer the other day titled, Why Our Parents Put Us To Shame.  While I agree there are some things we can take away from how we were parented, I found myself disagreeing with most of the article.

Parenting has evolved over the last fifty years.  Part of evolution is keeping what works, throwing away what doesn’t, and improving on what we can.  We didn’t ride in car seats or buckle our seat belts, and my husband’s Aunt would stick forks into light sockets on a regular basis as a small child.

I don’t think our parents put us to shame in the least.  Here are some of the points made in the article that I see a little differently.

They cooked meals. It’s true that processed and fast foods are slowly killing us, but I think society is aware of this.  It seems to me there is a widely popular return to whole foods and actual “cooking.”  But on top of that – if you’re in a bind, pressed for time, or traveling – you can now easily find a boxed meal of some sort that won’t give you an instant heart attack.

They sent us outside to play.  The article I read talks about being encouraged to play outside, and often after dark.  I agree that we need to encourage our children to play outside – a lot.  Sitting in front of a computer or video game can quickly become addicting.  But I also believe technology can exercise the brains of our children in ways we didn’t experience.  The key is balance, and most of us are smart enough to know how to find that balance.  I also would not encourage my child to play outside after dark, or unsupervised like I did as a child.  I live in an urban area.  I like to know where my child is.  I don’t find it over protective.  I find it smart.

They weren’t afraid to discipline us.  It’s true that parents of generations past were not afraid to spank, yell, whip, or tell a child he or she is bad.  I personally did not experience this.  My parents were not afraid of discipline, but I remember being grounded, or restricted from a certain event I wanted to attend.  I know a lot of parents who are not afraid of discipline, their definition just differs from their parents.  A “gentler discipline” has come into play and I don’t see anything wrong with it.  I believe it is possible and essential to discipline and teach our children without belittling them, resorting to violence, or crushing their self esteem.

They weren’t parenting philosophy zealots.  The woman who wrote the article reminisces about parents at a ball game, all cheering and spending time together.  Today, she is dismayed at the separation of families by philosophy (attachment parenting, vegan family, non vaccinating family), and the “soapbox” that some parents preach from.  While I agree that there needs to be less climbing on the soapbox, I kind of like that we are a generation of thinking parents.  Mothers and fathers are taking the time to do research, think long and hard, and make decisions on what they think is best for their family.  There isn’t one and only way.  The parents of today ask questions, and questions lead to knowledge.

They allowed us to make friends.  The argument here is that modern parents are too worried about checking out the parents of the kids their kids are playing with.  I have heard of parents doing background checks and checking facebook pages as a way of screening.  I believe our parents may have been too lax about this and this kind of screening is a backlash to that.  I remember playing with kids on my street on a regular basis, and my parents never having even met theirs.  The statistics of my generation are also staggering on the number of children molested and abused by neighbors, and friends’ parents.  I’ll let my child make friends organically, but before he spends time at another house, you can bet I’m going to know what I can about that friend’s parents.

Yes, modern parenting can come with some crap to sort through.  Sometimes we are over informed.  Sometimes we are “helicopter” parents.  Sometimes we work too hard, and forget to sit quietly together as a family.  But we have learned to carry with us some great things we’ve learned from our parents, and discard or rebel against what didn’t work.  I’m not saying our parents didn’t do the best they could.  I’m saying things change.  We live in a time where we can look back on decades of research and make informed decisions.  We live in a time where we can learn to use modern conveniences to our advantage.

And for the most part… we’re better than our parents.  That’s exactly how it should be.  That’s evolution.  And if we do it right… the next generation will be better than us.

Let sleeping bards lie.

Sometimes scientists need to “know” a little too much.  Sometimes a lot of the magic and mystery of life can be stripped away by scientific explanation.  For the most part, I’m all for cold hard facts- except when it comes to digging up one of my favorite people.

Leave William Shakespeare alone.

A group of paleontologists from South Africa have submitted a formal request to dig up the playwright’s remains to shed light on a rumor that the bard smoked marijuana.

One: Who the hell cares if he did or not?  It doesn’t change the quality of his body of work.

And two:  Of course he smoked pot.

As if the myriad of pipes found years ago in his garden with cannabis and cocaine residue doesn’t already give us the answer?

Cannabis was widely grown in his day and used for textile making, rope making, and definitely for smoking.

What other “noted weed” in sonnet 76 could he possibly be referring to?

Have these paleontologists not read a Midsummer Night’s Dream?

The whole “speculation” is that Shakespeare used pot as a writing tool… for inspiration…

Probably.

My nipples also become erect when I get cold.  You know this- I know this.  I do not need to flash you for it to be true.  Seriously-no documentation necessary.

Sure, we could also learn a lot more by studying his remains- like his cause of death, which is a mystery.

But it goes against the bard’s very clear wishes.  He was known for his obsessive fear of his body being disturbed after his death.  He even put a curse on his grave.

“Blessed be the man that spares these stones. And cursed be he who moves my bones.”

I don’t think we should mess with the ghost of the guy that wrote Macbeth.

Let sleeping bards lie.

The bloke toked.

He was a total pothead.

What’s the big deal?

How do you all think I became such a creative genius?

 

Kia ad campaign- Creativity? Oversensitivity? Or just plain sleazy?

What’s with all the questions, Jenni?

I know…

I ask because I don’t have the answers.

I live on the more “creative” side of life.  I am a huge proponent of art in many forms and it’s usefulness in pushing boundaries.  Advertising is a tricky art form, however.  I believe it is artistic in nature, but it’s main goal is not to reflect… it is to sell.

The latest ad campaign for the Kia Sportage has raised a few eyebrows, and is definitely starting to ruffle some feathers.  The campaign, put together by Brazilian agency Moma, is intended to highlight the car’s hot-and-cool dual air zones.

One side hot.

One side cool.

The ad below has people (especially parents) crying out that it promotes pedophilia.

It also just won the Silver Press Lion at the prestigious Cannes Lion Awards.

Instead of showing a picture of two people in a car- one making a “I feel warm” face, and another looking quite cool and breezy… well, they got a little more creative… and went with two ways of telling a story- one hot and one decidedly… not.

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photo: Huffington Post

It is unclear as to whether the man is imagining his child student as a young woman, or if it simply a different scenario.

The other ad is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty:

photo: Bnet.com

What do you think?

I, Jenni Chiu, who is normally bursting with opinions, am weirdly stuck on this.

While the first one made me uncomfortable, I still find the ads creative, clever, and I almost want to applaud them for taking a risk in a world of oh so boring marketing.

Are we being oversensitive?

Or is this really just a little too far?