It was explained to me that WordPress selects the best of the best blog posts and features these elite writers on the front page of glory known as Freshly Pressed. I got Freshly Pressed one Friday a hundred years ago. I was sweet back then and very unsuspecting, so the whole ordeal led to a genuine display of gracious surprise. My modest reaction was that there must have been a technical glitch, an error accidentally the cause for my thrilling post on jackasses who use big words to make the rest of us feel dumb to snag a winning spot. Maybe WordPress meant to run an intellectual look at the sport of competitive dictionary recitation or something. I figured it was all a big misunderstanding. Little ol’ me with my little ol’ words.
I was Freshly Pressed a second time the following Friday. In one short week I caught whatever Lindsay Lohan has, lost my manners, and started to believe I was a blue ribbon blogger owed some cyber praise. I briefly considered changing my name to an exclamation point that only the hippest of blogging hipsters would know stood for The Bloggess Formerly Known As Tori. What can I say? Spiking stats make a girl get crazy. So when I realized my equally ridiculous post on how I skipped school and inadvertently killed my dog was featured this new, spotlight-hogging version of myself actually thought “Damn right. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”.
I know what you’re thinking, and don’t you worry. You needn’t kick my hoity toity ass because Karma works. My high and mighty self has spent these last years completely ignored by WordPress wizards. The universe understands that I’m not mature enough to win things without losing my mind. WordPress might’ve also caught that crude joke I might’ve made about hypothetically getting back-to-back Freshly Pressed accolades by doling out sexual favors. I take it they didn’t find that funny. Regardless of the reason, this little blog has remained mostly off the radar. I’d like to tell you I’ve grown and learned, reflected and matured from this experience. In some ways I’ve stopped Lohan-ing ( I still can never, ever find my underpants) and realized I can find fulfillment without mass attention. In other ways I’ve just been trying to act nice so someone will give me a prize. I still struggle with bitter resentments when a post about cats or a picture of food takes all the attention instead of my obviously award-worthy rant on potty training.
Today I’m still considered offensive to most WordPress staffers. I never get the fun Sunshine Blogger Awards from fellow writer folk because I’m like the mope-y Eeyore of the Interwebs. But finally, finally this week I am honored and (after a small foray into entitled) sincerely humbled to be Freshly Pegged.
I like Peg-o-leg’s Ramblings so much that I immediately subscribed and stole her blog name. Her sense of humor and hilarious opinion posts keep readers hooked. Just when I thought I couldn’t think any more highly of Peg she outwardly confessed her inner angst against the Freshly Pressed machine. Peg perfectly writes about those private, proud moments when we write something so stinking superb that we are already composing tweets to let the world know “This here brilliance is about to get eight kinds of FP’ed” and the dismay that follows when WordPress shockingly says no thanks.I read along weeping a little, sure that she gets me. She really, really gets me.
Unlike me, Peg up and did something about it, and Freshly Pegged was born. Bloggers get a chance to toot their respective horns and share a post they think was worthy of the front page. Enjoy while I try to handle Freshly Pegged fame without getting cocky.
You can check out my post HERE.
For those of you stopping by for the first time, welcome. I’m not exactly delightful, but occasionally I’m decent. And for those of you faithful readers who follow despite my sad, empty trophy case, thanks… unless you want to send a trophy in which case I spell my name with an ‘i’ and that’d be cool, too.
How do you respond to blog attention (or lack thereof)?