This is the time of year when voting opens for the prestigious Mummy and Daddy Blog Awards, the Mads, and as I see MAD Award fever fill my timeline with people asking for your vote I’m left feeling somewhat ‘Hmmmm’ about it all.
I work really hard on my blog. Every single day. I’m a pro blogger and it’s my business so it’s how I make my money but… I also love it and try my darndest to make it the best it can be. I spend a long time writing posts which I think, although it’s all down to personal perspective of course, are well written, sometimes funny and hopefully interesting too. I really do care about what I do and I really do try very hard at it.
Sometimes I feel prouder of one post than others like this one here about being The Only City Girl In The Village. I think it’s funny but then again, it’s an objective type of thing and another blogger recently told me he thought I was no good at funny at all so I’m prepared to believe it’s not. Still and however, I’m proud of it all the same. I enjoyed writing it, have been given great feedback and really and truly this is the sort of post I like to write.
I write all sorts of posts from fairly controversial ones like my article on vaccinations to family life tales, reviews of varying things, topical stories and whatever takes my fancy really… When I’m asked what my blog is about I say it’s really just about everything with a few running themes. I bandy about the ‘Family Lifestyle’ badge and that generally seems to cover it.
I get good stats, well I’m happy with them, and as a result I’m offered decent work with a good rate of pay. I’m also invited to attend events which kind of would have been beyond my wildest expectations when I started it some 5 years ago. In recognition of my blogging work I have also been offered regular media management work with brands who’ve found me through Rocknrollerbaby. I’ve been employed as an industry expert for events and have even started doing a bit of blogger outreach and PR work. This tells me I’m doing well. I’m being noted for my hard work and it’s very pleasing I can tell you.
But, when it comes to blogging awards I won’t win one. I’d like to but… I won’t.
You see, it’s all a bit of a popularity contest really with bloggers needing to promote the voting on their social channels and ask their followers to cast crosses in their direction. IF you have the ability to ask this of your friends, family, followers and fellow bloggers (YES, alliteration, I do like to high five myself when this occurs.) and can bug the bobbins out of them then you will do better. IF everyone in the blogging community loves you, which they will if you have… now how did one blogger put it recently? A vanilla voice, yes that’s it! Then you will do better. IF you are prepared to go all out and ask for votes right, left and centre, then you’ll be nominated fo sho, but… I’m not. I’m just not prepared to do that.
I’m very happy to vote for other people who are asking. Why not?! I’m very happy for those people to win. why not?! It’s that sort of contest and we all know it but it definitely ain’t (sic) a contest for me. Although I would like to be nominated and I would like to win, I won’t be pushing this. I won’t be flooding my social feed with begging pitches, I won’t be carrying an advertising badge, I won’t be sending notes on my personal Facebook page, asking for everyone from my postman to my Mum to give me a click and I won’t participating in the ‘share a vote’ threads I’ve seen on line.
Well, number one it wouldn’t work even if I wanted it to. I’m not loved by everyone in the blogging community for a start. Some yes, but definitely not all… Probably because my voice is a very dark shade of whisky away from vanilla. I’m prepared to say it if I think it, back it up and give it some welly if necessary and this can get people’s backs up. So, simple matter from the start is that it doesn’t really matter how well I write in order to win this prestigious blogging award; I’m not liked enough. It doesn’t matter that my content, grammar and spelling are intelligently produced. I’m simply not popular enough. And this, my friend, is absolutely a popularity contest.
But, I said number one didn’t I? So that means my reasons are twofold doesn’t it?!
And the second reason I won’t be asking for votes is that I don’t want to win an award that way. It would be shallow and not really anything to be proud of. For me anyway.
I’d know in my heart it was only ’cause ‘me and me mum and me dad and me gran’ had banged the hell out of asking everyone we brush shoulders with if they could take a little minute! I’d frankly rather go down to Waterloo and have a bucket of Vindaloo than win a match by promotion rather than excellent lyric skills.
I want to win. You know that, I’ve made it clear. But I only want to win if it’s because people have voted for me when they think I deserve it and because they think I’m good at what I do. Not by virtue of me being sickly sweet to them and offering to repay the nomination favour.
I’ve been asked lots recently ‘What category do you want me to nominate you for?’ And, well, I dunno because I don’t know what category YOU think I should be nominated for. Basically, I don’t want you to nominate me for a favour so maybe don’t nominate me at all?
And this is why I won’t be asking for votes. Or taking any of it seriously. And while I’ll be very happy to see the happy faces of the winners no matter how they’ve done it (if they’re happy, they’re happy), I’ll only be truly air fist pumping (Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman style) when someone gets voted a winner with absolutely no campaigning from their end at all.
Let’s face it, we didn’t see Leo spamming the hell out of Twitter for his little golden statue (how inelegant would that have been?!) and it was MUCH more worthy when his hands finally clasped his golden friend don’t you think?
So for me, these prestigious blogging award nominations just leave me feeling that little bit ‘Hmmm’…