There is a programme on television here in Ireland called Xposé.
Herself likes Coronation Street and it comes on between the two episodes on Mondays and Fridays, so I have little chance of missing it, though I do insist on muting the sound.
I will be honest. The programme makes my eyes bleed and saddens me deeply at the apparent level of utter blandness and shallowness of the upcoming female generation.
The programme itself is basically a gossip thing where they introduce such items as “Celeb Goss” [celebrity gossip?], “Must haves” and “Essential tips”. Because their viewers have appallingly short attention spans, the camera shifts angles every two seconds or so which makes for a dizzying experience. The whole thing is a mess of celebrity interviews [with nonentities I have never heard of, nor want to], make-up tips, hair-do tips, and what women have to be wearing this summer.
What struck me tough was the fairly regular introduction of “bloggers”, “celebrity bloggers” and [worst of all] “influential bloggers”.
I have said this before, but there used to be a great selection of “blogs” around, here in Ireland. A lot of them were very funny and a lot were very clever. Then somehow the entire scene was taken over by young wans writing about nothing but fashion, hair-dos, make-up and other utterly bland shite. This was even reflected in the annual blog awards where they dropped such categories as “personal” and “humour”. That’s when I stopped entering. The whole scene has shifted to a point where everyone is trying to push clothing and cosmetics and presumably get a spot on Xposé.
I never liked the term “blogger” and cringe if I am ever referred to as such. As far as I am concerned I am a scribbler, or even, at a pinch, a writer.
Blogs apparently are now for the dimwits and the braindead.
It’s quite sad really.