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They’re Writing Memes of Love But Not for Me

Anyone that has a blog has heard the term “bloggy love.” And I am absolutely on the list of people who like to talk about the other sites I love. I ask people to guest post, I have a list of blogs on my sidebar (one that I try to keep managable so visitors will actually click on the links), and I’ve even participated in a “virtual dinner party” providing links for some of my favorite bloggers.

But the truth is – I generally don’t like memes and awards. That is my Friday Confession – and it’s a big one for someone with a blog. It’s like telling other mothers in your play group that you really don’t like children that much. I may be banned from Blogger for admitting this – but I just don’t care for memes, awards, and most things that could be labeled bloggy love.

I even find words like “bloggy” annoying. I’ve never been one for the cutesy stuff, and anything that ends in a “y” tends to fall into that category. It kinds of reminds me of high school when all of my friends said “awesome” (a lot) and I just couldn’t. It made me feel like I was trying too hard. And this has come full circle since you may have noticed that most people with blogs use the word awesome ALL THE TIME.

Now I’m not saying that I have opinions about other people who love to participate in memes and hand out awards (or overuse the word awesome – without a hint of irony). It’s just not for me. Probably the biggest reason is that I hate making people feel left out. Of course that’s never the point of these things – but it’s an inevitable byproduct.

When I put together my list for the virtual dinner party I made a point of including parameters that would exclude a lot of the people who might expect to be invited. You were supposed to list 10 blogs and I decided to limit it to blogs that I thought wouldn’t be on anyone else’s list (because they were “blogs that may not be read by the people who are participating in the dinner party planning OR blogs that are still somewhat undiscovered”). I included Anastasia from The Gift, Anna from An Inch of Gray, Kacy from Every Day I Write the Book, Jozette from Regardez Moi, Winona from Daddy Likey, Suzie from Up the Hill Backwards, Amy from Doobleh-Vay, and Heather from Dooce (oh yes I did – but you’ll have to visit the original post for an explanation). Then I couldn’t think of anyone else that would fit my “profile” so I left two spots open for crashers.

I did like the idea of directing my readers to other sites that I really enjoy (there you go: bloggy love), but I could only do it if I knew that I wouldn’t offend anyone. In fact, one of my favorite comments ever was made on that post by Melissa, who said, “I’m having trouble with this, too. I don’t want to make either of my two readers upset if I don’t include them.” Exactly! I don’t want to alienate people who actually take time to read my mediocre attempts at writing. That would just be wrong.

So when I see a meme or an award on another blog and I’m not included in the recipient list, I just breathe a sigh of relief. It’s too much pressure to pick a limited number of “favorites.”

And I’ve had some lovely people honor me with an award. First Renee of But Why Mommy gave me the “Brillante Web Blog – Premio 2008” award (oh yeah – and awards seem to always have very bizarre and slightly foreign names). Then Melissa gave me the Premio Arte y Pico award (seriously – is “premio” a word in ANY language?) Finally, Tiffaney gave me an “Este Blog Investe e acredita na…PROMXIMIDADE.” No idea what this is supposed to mean.

These three women are wonderful people whom I’ve enjoyed getting to know online. I took their acknowdlegement in the spirit in which it was offered. But I haven’t always reciprocated. It’s not that I don’t want to – I just find it very hard to do.

I am a little embarrassed about not posting my awards with a list of other blog friends that I like. But it’s kind of a catch 22. If I just never aknowledge them I feel like my community membership may prematurely expire, and when I do join in the fun, I worry about seeming silly and frivolous (because – you know, I usally write about hard hitting topics such as potty training and giving my children candy for breakfast).

But have you noticed the abundnce of links that I’ve included? This is my compromise. It’s also a cop out. I just won’t pick and choose favorites from the many blogs I love. It’s too difficult and I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. I think this is better though – since I can include several links without actually listing a “top 10.” It’s the perfect solution for me and my paranoia. And you know what we bloggers like to say when we’ve come up with a geat solution to a problem….awesome.

Lost in Online Translation

In honor of the international gathering currently taking place in Beijing for the 2008 Summer Olympics, I would like to address the various people around the world that have recently visited The Big Piece of Cake.

First of all – it should be noted that almost all of them happen upon me through seemingly unrelated Google searches. They rarely stay long and almost never return – but I still get a kick out of seeing those pinpoints on my Stat Counter map. Here are some recent searches and their countries of origin:

From Istanbul, Turkey:
big the hip girl pictures
This linked to Hip Young Girls, Other Mothers and of Course, Mormons. I apologize to the Turkish Sir Mix-A-Lot for not providing any Baby Got Back love.

From Gibraltar:
cake underwear
This linked to More Star Wars Underwear, An Entire Chocolate Chip Pound Cake and Various and Sundry Extras. Sounds like it was fairly innocent. Maybe a nice girl looking for some novelty boxers for her boyfriend? Or maybe the boyfriend with something completely different in mind… Who can say?

From Toulon, France:
love short men
This linked to A Short Rant to a Short Man. I was thrilled to see that the reader had the post translated into French (and took over 30 seconds of their time to read it it). En français, I am Le Gros Morceau de Gâteau. That’s right – in French I actually rhyme. And my French title is délicieusement scathing: Un Court Rant à Une Courte Homme. The “une” means I’ve managed to make Mayank also sound like a girly man. To this I say, Vive La France!
*Note: This post was also opened by someone in Austria on the same day. Unfortunately, Stat Counter did not provide information on how they found it. They, unlike the French visitor did not translate and did not stay long enough to read it. Those Austrians are so uptight.

From Tehran, Iran:
pervert post
This linked to Peeping Toms and Sex Perverts in Thailand. So general? I mean – there are SO many ways you can go with “pervert.” Makes you wonder what exactly he had in mind (notice that I’m just assuming that these searches are all coming from men…)

From Bangkok, Thailand:
cake word in thai
This linked to (you guessed it) Peeping Toms and Sex Perverts in Thailand. Okay – so I’m a little embarrassed. Some nice tourist in Thailand looked up the translation for “cake” and they got a rambling post about internet pervs. Hopefully they were American and I didn’t add to the pool of negative fodder for U.S. bashing.
*I had another link to this post on the same day from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. No info on the search though.

I could list more – but this is a general selection of what I saw over the weekend after Friday night’s Opening Ceremonies.

I do have ONE international reader that has been visiting regularly, from Hong Kong. Since there is no originating search for underwear, perverts or short men, I’m assuming that they may actually just relate to me and what I write. I love that! In fact, if you are my reader from Hong Kong, please leave me a comment. I’m curious to see what else we have in common (I mean OTHER than underwear, perverts and short men).