Yaya

THE WORD BLOGGER

Yaya

For some reason, I don't like the word blogger. Or at least I don't think I do.

When I began blogging in 2007, the term "blogger" wasn't a household name. In fact, blogger.com—where I got my start—wasn't even a well known social media platform at the time. Back then, it wasn't even about photos as much as it was about writing. And to me, that was empowering! It motivated me to write and I loved every minute of it.

Words-to-the-keyboard taught me about myself and my life. And the more I wrote, the more I was inspired to write. It was the turn of something new for me, a virtual turn that seemed to have future potential; and that excited me!

THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED—TIME!

As I sit here thinking about blogging and how much it has evolved in the last decade, I scratch my head; I'm dumbfounded. 

Whatever the case, I do not want to be called a blogger anymore.

Why?

Well, because fashion took over!

Some people, women in particular, have taken blogging and have turned it into a fashion-circus. Every female on the planet is now a so-called blogger, whether she can spell, read or write—she's deemed herself this title.

"Bloggers" have managed to bubblegum down this writing process. They've hijacked—writing in a blog—into lipstick, high heels, boobs and sunglasses.

As someone who loves to write, and as a blogger, that is not my objective. In fact, I'd venture to say that is not the goal of any writer.

In a way, the word blogger has now lost its meaning; its value. It has been downgraded and cheapened to mean pretty much nothing and pretty much anything.

If you have a pretty face, great assets and/or Ray-Ban sunglasses, you're in sister!

So with that said, I choose to bail out of this title. And that's my perogative.

I'm not better than anyone, I simply refuse to be pinned down into the game—or hoop-la if you will—of this follow-the leader, sugar-coated, pretentious, and dumbed-down world we live in. I don't want to be part of the problem—rather, part of the solution—that is my goal.

I can tell you this. If you want to be a so-called blogger—be a blogger!

A REAL BLOGGER!

Offer more! Share real-life experiences. Show off your mind too. Utilize yourself through the brain, not so much the body. Red lipstick, Ray-Ban sunglasses and a pretty face will only take you so far. And I can assure you, as fast as we are evolving, if this is your shtick, you won't be a thing five years from now.

As a blogger, be a motivator! An inspiration.

Offer content and substance. Do something that will add value to your years. Give them something—real—to talk about. Inspire little girls; your daughters, your nieces, your sisters—they're watching. 

Inspire to Aspire, BIGGER! Engage yourself in real life experiences that can impact a stranger who reads your words. 

Ending with this.

I love to write and I will continue doing what I love to do. And although I am not a professional writer, per se, I can assure you I am not a follower nor am I made of bubblegum.

So don't call me a blogger! I no longer fit the category.