"all blogs post the same stuff."
“ALL BLOGS POST THE SAME STUFF.” It’s kind of the truth and American Apparel said it best with this shirt:
Then, the Man Repeller found the shirt American Apparel said it best with and bought it...
“Irony, oh irony. When I saw this shirt at American Apparel I laughed and rolled my eyes and did this weird thing with my tongue that tends to signal confusion before I yanked it off its hanger and took it toward the register. Part of me felt like a drug smuggler, but most of me recognized the silliness of this shirt–obviously, we don’t all post the same stuff–even though I did hope I’d find several variations of these photos that were taken on Tuesday to write a story called “I’m So Irreverent, What’s Up?” - from the manrepeller.com
But, of course, she rocked it:
And, ultimately, I decided it had to be emulated by yours truly:
I may or may not love her. But that's not the point here today.
The point is that being a non-fashion blog, I sometimes feel as though I'm seeing the same font, the same layout, the same overall idea on every single fashion blog I come across. That's not to say that some of these blogs aren't completely legit and fill me with inspiration to go out and spend all of the money I never claimed to have on items that probably won't be as popular in the coming months (coated jeans. just saying), but as the owner of a true "BLOG," I do sometimes get hot and bothered about the amount of attention fashion blogs tend to receive.
I get it. They're easier to look at. There's no commitment there. Not to mention, they're prettier posts in genereal (as long as the blog writer is attractive, because I mean otherwise... uh?). I'm not sure, even as adults, if we ever grow out of wanting pictures included in our readings in order to remain entertained and not put SO much pressure on our delicate brains to actually use their imaginations. To this day, if I pick up a book in a bookstore and the font is too small, I close that shit up so fast and put it back on the shelf like it was on fire. No thank you, small-fonted authors.
This is not a post to bash fashion bloggers - NO! That's not what I'm doing here. What I'm doing here is trying to say hey - I know I may actually write full entries on emmasthing.com, and I know the amount of words I am able to spew out of my fingers and onto the computer-page may seem extremely daunting at first, but I hope that what I'm doing over here and what fashion bloggers are doing over there has been enough to keep you coming back for more and more. The reason I love Leandra so much (the Man Repeller herself) is that she actually WRITES when she posts. It's not just her being all like "Hey! Here's an outfit I bought, photographed from 13 different angles. Most of the pieces are super cheap, so you can go get them, too! Oh but half of them are vintage from my mom so you're kinda SOL! P.S. I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A STREET! WHAT?!" or "Hey! Here's an outfit I bought, photographed from 13 different angles. Every piece is couture and was purchased at either Neiman Marcus or Barney's or a one-off boutique in my hometown and this shoelace costs more than your electricity bill every month and there's nothing similar on the market for way less, but DON'T I LOOK CUTE???" The majority of Leandra's blog entires and instagram photos may be "selfies" or overall outfit pictures, but... she's funny. And witty. And engaging. And I think that's what sets her apart.
And I hope you think that's what may set ME apart from other word-vomity types of blogs you read. Yeah, sometimes I make no sense on here and like to just vent to vent. But most times, I am trying to relate to whoever I think my audience may be. Whether it be about sex, food, feeling fat, dating in your 20s, things that irritate the majority of normal Americans, love advice from an incredibly sarcastic standpoint, ideas for get-togethers, making you feel okay that you feel "old" and "boring" at 25 --- I make the conscious effort week after week to try and say "You're not alone. And, also, yes - you can have that burrito and finish it off with ice cream and laugh about it later through your tears."
Listen, I'm human. I have insecurities and doubts and the desire to be liked. I can be vulnerable (even though I HATE it). I know I may look tough with my head of curls and overall "S MY D!" attitude, but I'm just a girl. Standing in front of a blog audience. Asking you to love her. Unconditionally. Forever. Til death do us part and then some.
P.S. Raise your hand if you noticed that I actually used correct punctuation and capitalization on this post. Something has changed within me, something is not the same...