Before I accidentally hang myself with my own words, let me preface this by saying that I have found some amazing and inspiring blogs through Freshly Pressed. In fact, several of the blogs I follow and check regularly are Freshly Pressed findings. But…
Throughout each day, I submerge myself in reading; reading for work, reading for school, reading out of boredom, and reading for enjoyment. When it’s time for sleep most nights, my eyes burn with exhaustion from countless words and images. Yeah, I take it to that level.
I also like to think of myself as an equal-opportunity reader. I don’t judge a book by its cover and I don’t close out a blog post just because it’s not aesthetically pleasing. Although, what girl doesn’t love being pleased?!
With all that happy jazz stated, I have to get something off my chest. It’s been bubbling at my lips for months and I’ve attempted to continually swallow the words and place a perky smile on my lips. That ship has sailed folks… honesty, here I come.
Some of the posts that are Freshly Pressed are absolute rubbish. There! I said it. Now how many ‘Our Father’s’ do I have to say for forgiveness?
I don’t mean it in an angry or callous way, just very matter of fact. I won’t even try to lie: there have been times when I’ve run out of NyQuil to lull me to sleep, so I visit the Freshly Pressed page knowing there will be at least one post within the last few days that will have me sawing Z’s in minutes. Not to mention the grammatical and spelling errors that have slapped me in the face, and the unoriginal content that resulted in severe cases of déjà vu.
At the end of it all, these sporadic piss-poor Freshly Pressed posts bother me because they take away from the deserving and/or dedicated writers. There are blogs whose entire purpose is to be Freshly Pressed; people who are living, breathing, and waiting desperately for a WordPress employee to wave their magical wand, granting their writing worthy and necessary. I come across some of these blogs while randomly trolling the blogosphere and my heart audibly breaks a little for the person.
So, what do you say, WordPress? Instead of posting the 1,384,928th blog post on political ramblings or fashionista tips, why not give the rest of WordPress a shot. By acknowledging the unacknowledged, you could save the world. Okay, that’s a bit overkill. You couldn’t save the world, but you could save a dream. Or save someone’s self-confidence that is slowly slipping away.
Or, best of all, you could save the 94 cats that are squeezed into a studio apartment while their pet-hoarding owner types furiously and fanatically at the keyboard, in hopes of receiving the golden WordPress email saying they’re worthy.