WHY IM ANNOYED WITH BLOGS AND ITS BLOGGERS

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I recently was asked what my issue was with bloggers. Apparently, I'm not too quiet about it. So, instead of assumptions, I thought I'd express what my issue really is on, what better place than my truth haven, MY BLOG.

What started out as a forum for expression turned into a business of massive magnitude. Everyone is a blogger or wants to start one. They are popping up everywhere sans creativity and to me, it's cluttering my brain with unnecessary content. It's to the point that I hardly read a blog now. Which is rather insane considering four years ago, all I did was read blogs and became inspired by my girls like Karla. But now, it's so hard to understand the motive behind a post or what the blogger actually loves/wears/uses etc.  And I find myself getting confused of what style really is or did that $300 check persuade the style I'm looking at? So, there's that.

But the real matter at hand is with bloggers is what happens to a blogger when they reach a certain caliber. When I started my first blog in 2008, the only girls I knew that were bloggers were my Cali girls. We were/are tight, like real tight. Didn't give two fucks about blogging and definitely didn't get together to eventually blog about each other and our day. We didn't even tweet when we got together. Instagram didn't exist then but if it did, we would of definitely been gramming tho. We wanted to get drunk, eat amazing food and talk shit about our boyfriends/our day/our jobs. You know, like real friends. I can say that, now, it isn't like that at all. I've yet to meet a group of girls like my Cali girls. Blogs change people. No. Rather, money changes people. As it does. And I get it. But hey, hi, I make money from my blog. Do I seem different? Do I act different? Do I talk different? HELL. FUCKING. NO. Why? Reality check sista. I know 100% that I am not this persona. I'm a woman who loves to write, loves to talk and definitely loves to express herself. I am not a celebrity, I am not a personality, I  am not this person that some of these bloggers think they are. I can't tell you the amount of times I've met bloggers IRL and they were such idiots/bitches/stuck-up/rude women/bland/insufferable. It's such a joke. Most times, I just want to (firmly) shake their hand and say "Hey, guess what girl, you're just a regular chick. Your 6.5361 million readers don't make you somebody. So here's some whiskey, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up." #profreshout. But alsas, I'd be the bitch at the party. So I don't.

Playing devil's advocate here, I get that some bloggers are blessed enough to do this as a full-time job. Great. Success. Yes. However, there isn't a need to overcompensate. At the end of the day, nobody knows them/us/you. Ask your neighbor who Fashion Toast is. They won't know. Ask your mom if she knows HighsnobietyShe won't (unless she's badass, then go head mom!). So really, why the act? Why pretend to be someone you aren't? Maybe that's just the way I see life. What you see is what you get. That also may be why I'm not on some of these blogs' caliber. But I don't think I want to be. No, I know I wouldn't change. But I don't want to have to be a part of that group. I would rather just be me, writing on my $100/year blog living on Wordpress. And maybe, that's why I don't get it.

Here's the thing: creativity is a gift, right? So I can't expect every blog out there to be blooming with amazing content. And perhaps, I just don't get it. It's like a cool-kid secret I don't know. But I'm totally cool being oblivious to it all. And I like that I get to be creative and truth-telling on my blog because there's no brand dictating what I do, create, say. In fact, it's a clause in most partnerships that says that inappropriate banter is indeed required on any post I create with respect to curse words and sexual innuendos. I know how to be respectful in that sense. But everything else is something I own, I manage, I produce. But I feel like that's why you guys come to Profresh Style. You want the truth, even if it's about some random bag I'm giving away or a new makeup line I'm loving. Because you already know based on the relationship I've built with you that I'm always 100% telling it like it is and always being me. I wouldn't even know how to change that.

I'm more or less grateful I have this space to be who I want to be. I'm grateful that every day I get to come here and freely say whatever I want- there's no filter. My brand is built on passionate honesty with a touch of sass and crude-like behavior. But shit, that's what Profresh is. Fuck the fashion. Fuck the necklace I'm wearing. Fuck the zapatos on my feet. It's about the words bro. The words. These, you can't take away. And that is how this blog will evolve.

So thanks for being here. Being cool. Being fucking awesome. You allow me to be here. You come back and read my words. How ridiculously crazy is that? I, like, can't even.

On a closing note, I have met some really awesome people who happen to own rights to a blog. Those kids are great. They are friends. They are people I can text with my problems or my successes and we're all just, here for each other. And for the rest of the other blogs and its' bloggers, lord baby jesus help you. Kidding. But really, stop it. Just be you, be nice, you fake little fucks. JAY KAY. Kinda.

For more on my thoughts of blogging, blogs, digital world, social media and other words of wisdom, head to The Style Line. Did a fun interview with Rachel and honestly, I think it kicks ass. But that's probably because Rachel is fucking bad ass for being 20 years old.

#PROFRESHOUT