Nope. I sure won’t.
Come on, you all get the messages, don’t you?
“I really want to win this free photoshoot from PetPhotoPro, but I need 45 more votes to get past the current leader. Please go and vote for Sparky. Here’s the link http://??????????????????????????”
“I entered myself in a funny picture contest on so and so’s FB page to win a year’s supply of candles. WHO DOESN’T LOVE CANDLES? Please go and vote for ME so I can get all of those CANDLES!!!!!”
It’s always something like that, where your friend, for whatever reason, needs you to go and like some fucking Facebook page that you really don’t give a shit about, just so you can vote on whatever the fuck the contest is about. I guess a $40 necklace is worth sacrificing your dignity. I probably shouldn’t say anything about that, because I was in Amway when I was 20, and I spent more money than I ever made, which was nothing, ever, but that’s a post in itself, so I’ll leave it at that.
With these things, it’s rarely ever someone saying, “Hey! There is a really funny story contest at ******’s Facebook page. You should go check it out and vote on your favourite one.”
The reason you don’t see that, is because people don’t give two flying fucks about winning a contest fair and square. They might at the start, but as soon as they are a few votes behind, they call on their friends to help. This assholery makes the other people in the contest get their friends to do the same, and the person who owns the page or business rubs their hands together greedily at all of the exposure they are getting. All at little or no cost to them, except for maybe a paltry amount of product or time.
It’s just fucking cheap, is what it is, but it obviously works.
I know this, because they keep fucking doing it and getting results. People play into it because they want a thing for free, and don’t care if they have to cheat to get it.
That’s right, I said it’s cheating. Unless, of course, the contest is for finding out who can talk the most people into selling their soul so that their friend can win a factory second rabbit vibrator.
If that’s the deal, then The Bloggess will win for sure. Jenny has the power to start the new Fight Club at her fingertips. If she asked 1000 people to vote for a photo of an ethically stuffed raccoon getting horn fucked by an ethically stuffed rhino (that would be pretty awesome) in Steve’s Photography Contest there will be 250000 votes the next day. Her people will do whatever she asks, because she mails out little balls of Afghani hash to random fans. (I might have made that up, but wouldn’t it be cool? I’d start hitting the bong again if that were the case.)
So even though she could win, do you ever see her asking you to go and vote for a cute picture of Hunter S. Thomcat on Corrina’s Scentsy page? No, you don’t, because she wouldn’t stoop that low (I hope she wouldn’t anyway. I haven’t actually done any research on it). No, not even if she was going to win a diffuser set. She could win, of that I’m sure. I don’t know anyone that could beat her in the game of internets, unless fucking Oprah, or any of her various asshole doctor, friends is on here. (No, I don’t mean proctologists.)
Like I said, it may be cheap, but it works. It works if we allow it to work, but I personally fight against it.
It’s futile, I know.
These things have always bothered me, but when I finally began to get pissed off, was when I started submitting posts to a weekly blogging challenge. The winners were decided by popular vote, and I thought that was a good way to do it, until I saw other bloggers going on their Facebook and Twitter to tell their friends and followers to go and vote for their post at the website. I’m sure that most of the people didn’t even go and read any other posts before they voted for their friend. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
“Oh Birdman, you’re just jelly that you ain’t got no friends to do that for you.”
Maybe. I wouldn’t ask them too though. I already know I’m not the best writer, and I wasn’t expecting to win anything, but I figured it was good to get my posts out in front of some different people. What pissed me off was when a new blogger would put up a quality post, but because he wasn’t in the clique, or didn’t pander to his friends to go and vote for him, he got beat out by a far inferior post. That happened twice, and he never posted again. I totally understood why, because I was getting discouraged too, but for different reasons.
I started altering the way I voted, to try and even things up. Instead of voting for my three favourites, I would vote for the best one, in my opinion, and then for two that I didn’t think would get many votes. That happened for a couple of weeks, and then I just quit. I didn’t like what I had started doing because of the way the contest was being played. It wasn’t everyone, by any means, but there were a couple, and that’s all it took.
I’ve voiced my opinion when asked why I won’t vote for someone, and sometimes I just offered it up for free.
“Don’t be a baby. It’s just for fun. Their page gets some hits; I get a prize; it’s no big deal. It’s just a silly contest.”
Not to me it’s not. It represents something more. It’s not that I believe in always following rules. I don’t. I do believe in something though. Call it honour, integrity, or standards, but it’s something that our society lacks now, and we need to get it back. Soon.
This goes far deeper than blogging challenges or silly little Facebook contests. It leeches out to every other pore in our fucked up lives. Our business and personal practices, our education systems, and worst of all, our governments. We’ve lost the ability to think for ourselves, because someone smarter will do it for us. There is a huge flaw to allowing others to do our thinking though. It’s that everything will be done in their interest. Everything.
Anyhow, enough doom and gloom for today. I had another 700 words written about how the government needs to get rid of lobbyists, but I’ll inject that some other time. I could have published this much earlier, but I was up all fucking night researching and writing, so I ended up with at least three more blog posts about this shit. It’s never ending, which is good, I guess.
Inhale, exhale, I just got a house in the mail,
P.S. We got the year end blog rundown if you wanted to check out some stats. It’s pretty cool that Jetpack does these up for us WordPressers. I have had experience with Blogger a bit, and even though I am a bit of a Google freak, I would never leave WordPress for them. I love the support I have, between them and GoDaddy, and I thought that I should take a second to thank them for making this year so fun and interesting. Anyhow, here’s the stats, and I’ll be back to a normal schedule on Monday, hopefully.
Thank you all for being here. I’m truly humbled.