An' now--I don't heart you! ( not y'all, but them folks below)
Yep--work is in mah face. I'se tryin' to git mah self hitched up an' OOT, but Aunty gits an email thas' pure solicitation an' now I'se off on a major meltdown rant.
"Heeeeey, Auntyyyy! Wow, like, we really
your blog. We think we can work together to increase your traffic and maximize opportunities for Aunty and *&*&* (their platform). Take a look at us at *&*&*. We'd you to join our community. Sharing your life can be a rewarding career! We integrate your creative content to build a multitiered identity across trending and emerging social media. Oh, and check out this infographic to see how other bloggers are cashing in on their content."
Listen, I got yore number. Drone that ya is, ya' throw yore seine over the innerwebs lookin' fer every scrap of content that might be monetized. Take note: Aunty doan wanna be no blog slog, chained like a galley slave to the oars in some global market warship, hackin' away in the wee hours at market-targeted "content."
Iffin' sharin' "my life" becomes mah career, what's left of mah life? I begin to suspect that in this privacy starved world, the idea of private time, a private / personal life is goin' the way of the dodo bird. If TSA done looked at the label on yore BVDs, whas' left to be private? Thang is, iffin' the only me is the me that the whole world gits a piece of, ain't no "me' in me. All I'se sharin' is the marketed me--the careerized me.
I'se had this rant afore...but recently two other bloggers I read got theyselves monetized. One at least had the decency to say she's gonna keep her $$ blog an' her personal blog separate. But ya' know that ain't how it'll be. The personal blog will subtly refer to the items on the $$ site...an once again readers ain't fer pleasure, but fer cha-CHING!
I ain't got nuthin' against makin' money-- I'se an unapologetic capitalist, but I'se so weary of the whole world bein' about makin' money. Uncle say it be on account of the economy bein' such a horror that folks is clutchin' onto anythang that moves.
Iffin' y'all stop by the Porch fer a glass of lemonade, I doan wanna be thinkin' about how I can slice a shilling off yore hide.
Philosopher Josef Pieper wrote a book called Leisure as the Basis of Culture.
His basic idea is that only when folks have leisure time--non-money makin' time- they create the stuff that holds a culture together: Opera , art, cuisines, literature, dance ...an' genuine relationships that hold up based on a shared life outside of the bidness of bidness, do they have loyalty, community, an' finally, love.
If we's become a society that looks at each other as jes' another meal ticket, we might as well turn out the lights.
