At 44, I accidentally became a blogger. It wasn\u2019t planned. I never aspired to be one. Furthermore, the most interesting part is that I like what I do, however, I absolutely do not like what it is called. After acquiring the most versatile jobs throughout my life, and receiving a fairly thorough education, including a foreign one, I ended up being a blogger. This at least sounds strange. I am one hundred percent overquali\ufb01ed for this job, as the American expression goes. Roughly speaking, this is like when the science candidate goes to work as a driver or a security guard. There is nothing wrong with that, and in Russia this would be considered a normal situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My husband always says that money is earned best by doing what you do best. He states, \u201cif you write well, hone your skill.\u201d Indeed, I launched my own online magazine, where I write a lot myself as well as publish articles of my talented subscribers. This is how our content is formed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every day, I create content. My life, in fact, is full of content, so everything comes easily for me. I regularly go LIVE (this is another common word, without which the life of bloggers is impossible). I don\u2019t have a lot of online subscribers (i.e. 20,000 Instagram users is not considered a lot by today’s standards). I became a full blogger only 9 months ago. I don’t have a single purchased follower, and I have an explanation for this. I wanted to do everything honestly, including topics for discussion and my appearance. It seemed to me that authenticity is my strong trait, and this is how the audience is able to<\/p>\n\n\n\n
penetrate. And everything seems right, if not for one small \u201cbut\u201d. If, for example, I am very kind, sincere, open, honest, and I hack the truth, then the majority are my complete opposites. As a result, people like me usually seem annoying. A woman who speaks up, who is also independent, most often causes irritation. The most fascinating aspect is that the irritation usually comes from men rather than from women.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before becoming a professional blogger, I wrote for sport.ru for about three years, and then switched to Spletnik. Believe me, after such work experience, I developed immunity, and I know how to cope with the \u201cattack of the clones\u201d once or twice \u2014 I was never loved by the majority, and I got used to it. It cannot be otherwise. Love between a blogger and a subscriber is seldom. Unfortunately, as a rule, they boil down to a kind of sado-maso model: the blogger provokes, the subscriber reacts, a con\ufb02ict arises. Both sides enter into a verbal skirmish. Exodus? \u201cDrama\u201d and new subscribers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never studied the \u201cmarket\u201d, and apparently in vain. Before \u201centering this water\u201d, it was necessary to test the pitfalls. The blogger community is such a meat grinder. Behind each account of 100 thousand or more followers, there is an \u201cideological mastermind\u201d who makes colossal money. I mean, I don’t mind it at all. Another thing is how they protect their space! As soon as something goes wrong, they feel triggered. Not so long ago as yesterday, I became a part of one dramatic story. I made a harmless collage, as it seemed to me, of the same type of \u201cmom-bloggers\u201d. Literally a few minutes later, I received angry messages like, \u201cImmediately delete my photos!\u201d To be frank, I didn’t even understand who wrote to me and about what. So I began to \ufb01gure it out. I was convicted of stealing photos, and also threatened that if I do not delete their photos, then the \u201cmommy-blogger\u201d would force her subscribers to unsubscribe from me. I was insulted several times and accused of a strange desire for \u201chype\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, this story amuses me, but nothing more. Moreover, it gives me eternal inspiration to keep writing my texts. I was not too lazy and<\/p>\n\n\n\n
studied similar accounts. Guys, we are just being quietly fooled! These bloggers are like thimbleriggers at the Kiev railway station. Indeed, we ourselves would follow them, but this, comrades, is an entire ma\ufb01a!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
According to my observations, there is a whole technique of fooling us. The phrases like \u201cclick here\u201d, \u201clike if \u2026\u201d, \u201cwas thinking to whom I could send 10 thousand rubles\u201d, \u201cmarathon\u201d \u2014 these are all hellish account promotion tools. For some reason, we ourselves get enchanted by these \u201cprize games\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Furthermore, the form of text presentation itself. Even columns, exclamation marks of different colors, \u201cstars\u201d next to each paragraph. As soon as you see the word \u201ccooperation\u201d in the caption, you urgently need to run at breakneck speed!!! \u201cBonus\u201d, \u201ccard\u201d, \u201cpromo code\u201d \u2014 these are the words that should arouse suspicion. In my opinion, every individual should draw his own conclusions and subscribe to the accounts he actually admires. A person just needs to be able to answer the question of what bene\ufb01t this or that account brings to him. I mean, I don\u2019t deny the fact that someone just wants to get a \u201cgift card\u201d and that\u2019s it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To conclude, when someone calls me a blogger, I don\u2019t feel\u00a0 comfortable. Can we come up with a different title of this job for me? A \u201cthimble\u201d, maybe? I mean, this already sounds less offensive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Author: Masha Lopatova<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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