Recently, I’ve developed a wee bit of an attitude problem. “Recently,” as in some time about, oh, I don’t know, 30 years ago? The thing is, I don’t know exactly from where this most recent stressed-out snarkastic attitude stems. One of these days, I’ll figure it out, battle it, and beat it (and let you all know about it!), but for now, the reality is that I don’t like anything these days. I don’t look forward to going to my office by the ocean. I don’t get excited about blogging. Worst of all, nothing, not even Benito’s nachos, tastes good to me anymore. Maybe I’m just….jaded?
Top 20 Signs You’re a Jaded Food Blogger:
- You haven’t updated your blog in five weeks…and you don’t care.
- You don’t feel the need to write an “apology” post for not updating your blog because you finally realize that no one else really cares either.
- You write fluff posts like Top 20 Signs… just to update your five-week stale blog.
- You’ve moved on to “updating your blog” via Twitter because really now, blogging is just sooo web 2.006.
- You don’t comment on other food blogs anymore. In fact, you don’t even read other food blogs anymore. Hell, you don’t even read your own blog because it hasn’t been updated in five weeks and you never wrote an apology post to yourself for the lack of posting.
- You snicker when someone says “I’m a food blogger” with pride, as if it were something to be proud of.
- Food porn doesn’t turn you on anymore. In fact, regular porn doesn’t turn you…uh, never mind. Wrong blog.
- You don’t answer to your “handle” anymore.
- You use the word “handle” to refer to “names” in the “blogosphere.”
- Instead of blogging about food, you blog about food blogging. Sometimes you blog about nothing related to food or blogging.
- You forgot your login and password for your blog’s stat counter.
- You don’t take pictures of food anymore. You don’t take pictures of food anymore because you don’t cook because you don’t want to take pictures of food. Because you don’t cook. Because…
- You finally realize that you don’t have to blog about every single thing you eat. That’s what Twitter is for (see above).
- You realize that when a PR rep wants to send you a sample, you aren’t special.
- You don’t go to blogger meetups anymore. Not that you ever did.
- You don’t participate in memes.
- You start a new blog that has nothing to do with food, wine, restaurants or eating. In fact, it’s called Drugstore Beauty Queen.
- You realize how fat you’ve become from food blogging, so you go on a diet.
- You become a “secret eater” so no one will ask you if you are “going to blog that?”
- You only go to restaurants that you’ve been to before so you don’t feel pressure to blog about a new place. “Let’s go to Johnnie’s since I’ve already blogged about it.”
My sister, brother-in-law, and I went to Johnnie’s New York Pizzeria in Century City. I’ve been there before. I’ve blogged about its sibling on 3rd Street Promenade before. The garlic rolls weren’t burnt this time. The Vegetarian Chopped Salad was fresh. The pizza was pizza.
That’s all I feel like writing. And don’t call me “Delicious.”