Surreal would be the word I would use to describe the feeling when you stumble across a surprising comment that is made about you. After receiving several visits from my virtual buddy Jeff's site yesterday, I dropped by his blog to give thanks for the linky love and read this comment:
My problem with Tootsie’s blog is that she tries too hard to be like the blogger, Bossy.
Shock and Whaaaa??!? Well, that's news to me. I had no idea I was trying, let alone trying hard, to do that. And being me and totally not one to obsess about a comment like that at all - really right? - I started reading many of my entries in an attempt to figure out why someone would think that I'm trying so hard to be like BOSSY. They probably didn't mean that we're both females, tall, and blonde.
So the dissection of my writing style began. And the comparing. BOSSY writes exclusively in the third person. So do other people I've done this...a handful of times. I once read that to generate interest in your blog you should include pictures. BOSSY's posts include pictures. So do other people. BOSSY often utilizes photoshop on many of her pictures. So do other Bloggesses. However, I use Picnik which I totally learned about from her because I can barely program the ringtone on my own cell phone let alone figure out how to use photoshop [in fact, I don't think I'm even spelling it right because spell check is not impressed].
BOSSY has flawless, dewy skin [and I mean that totally in a skin product crush kind of way]. My skin knows a blemish or two. But I don't think that's what the comment was about. BOSSY'S blog is super funny. Not many others compare. But I'm not about to start linking to all of the hilariously written blogs out there because I'd be here for days and then Mr. Farklepants would be all, "What happened to you? The kids have been surviving on water and condiments for like five days and I think the end might be near for a couple of them, oh and by the way, Darwin was right". I incorporate humor into my posts, even when they're about serious or boring matters, because I think the world sucks enough balls. Why be glum? Who wants to read that? I write to entertain because that's what I enjoy. I write for the reader. I write as a hobby and I do it my way.
I loves me some BOSSY but let's get something very straight: If there is something of BOSSY that I'd like a piece of it is her Chicago husband that she calls Andre, brought to her by Saturn. Because, yum.
Oh, and apparently I curse too much. BOSSY doesn't. But other Bloggesses, Divas, Canadians and a certain Queen of the Mommybloggers do too. So, ya know, fucken A.
P.S. Yes the title is intentionally BOSSYesque, okay? Okay.