Time to take some assessments. Do I know what I’m doing to continue to build an increasingly better, varied, diverse blog or not? I suppose it depends on your standards. As I always say: I only deal in love & hate. I have no tolerance for indifference. Indifference is death.
Are people indifferent to your blog, to your actions, to your ideas? Do they give you no passion, no outbursts of love & adoration, or hate & scorn? If not, then you have a problem. You’re not making a mark in anyone’s life; and in the final dusty, worm & maggot ridden-analysis, you’ll only ever be remembered for the passion, the emotions you caused in the lives of others. …Y’know, like endlessly detailing the results of randomized controlled medical trials—shit like that: get’s ’em every time. Right there.
~ Robb Wolf is my Hero today. Check this out. In the midst of all the scorn heaped upon him for…what was it, again…? Oh, yea, saying a bad word to a girl on Twitter who said it first. Anyway, in the midst of all that, did Robb cower down, run & hide, take aims to conceal what he was going to do next? Uh, hardly. He went and did a Paleo presentation at the famous Nevada brothel, Bunny Ranch—“Sexy Girls, Great Drinks & Fine Cigars since 1955.”
…’Can we get some help over here, guys? Robb seems to be having a bit of difficulty dragging his enormous balls around.’
Oh, my. When I saw Brooke Taylor’s Tweet this morning (19k Twitter followers while only following 300), Retweeted by Robb—“BIG thanks to @robbwolf for coming out to talk to all of us at the #bunnyranch today!! YOU ROCK!!”—I could hear the sound of Paleo Panties getting bunched up from coast to coast.
Way to go, Robb. That’s the way to look indifference in the eye and kick its ass. I’m hanging my head in shame, today. …Overwhelming feelings of unworthiness.
~ If you saw the update to my offer of detente, yesterday, the offer is off. Not that I had the slightest inclination to seriously think there would even be a negotiation—it was simply to have something of record to point to in the future. Though, the offer was sincere and serious. It’s simple, really. Those two miscreants—in the worst sense of the word—operate under two delusions, that 1) my stature in the Paleo community is mostly driven by various high profile folks who promote what I do from time to time. Hence, the efforts to publicly shame them into denouncing me, ignoring me, or whatever. And 2) They assume that writing c-word laden rants about them harms me and helps them, and so in the words of McEwen, “He doesn’t have anything to negotiate with.”
C-word posts and the like are to drive attention and passion, love & hate; and predictably, traffic is up about 100% over the last few days (there’s more than one kinda whore, see?). Yea, I could have done posts about the excruciating intricacies of some new randomized, double-blind, controlled medical trial. But I wanted more than three people awake for this one. Let me illustrate the delusions some people harbor about how things really work when dealing with real, live, emotional, excitement and drama-driven, imperfect, lovable human beings. Reddit popped onto the radar screen in the referral logs yesterday.
The guy has completely lost his shit and I feel embarrassed/ashamed that /r/paleo is a potential endorser of him and his site.
This is part of a broader Paleo(tm) meltdown, which Nikoley has largely driven himself.
Also this is a throwaway account to avoid the wrath of Nikoley (who lost his shit over /r/paleo some time ago as well)
Didn’t really bother to wade through all the “yea, me too” comments, just dropped my own.
That’s cool, folks. No wrath. Perhaps a bit of irony, though.
It might interest you to know that reddit has always been a poor traffic source for me and if it wasn’t for Fat Bread, barely on the radar. Just checked Google analytics.
For the 225K visits and 440K plus page views since Jan 1, reddit is 13th on the list. 80% of my traffic comes from natural Google search and direct [not referrals from high profile Paleos]. Reddit sent me 1,500 visits in those nearly 3 months.
But, if I drop the date range by a couple of days to exclude this post, reddit goes to 16th on the list, 993 visits.
So thanks for the 50% increase in just a couple of days. I’ll be sure and mention it.
Alright, I’ll leave you to your cloister of purity with best wishes for a very pure and unadulterated continued existence.
See what happened there? Accidental, to be sure. Look, you either deal in the milieu of the real reality of human beings, or you get all delusional and idealistic, and nobody gives a shit about you, what you do, what you say or what you think.
Moreover, if I did have to make a choice between being loved or hated? I’d pick hate every time, because in the end, it’s just a more complex form of love.
~ Huge positive response to my Milk Diet Update yesterday, in newsletter form. It’s really cranking up, questions and comments galore, and even a few people interested to naturally reign in their taste for The Devil’s Potion as well. Those who subscribe will get an email (takes about an hour, so be patient) with links to the past three weeks of updates, the last being by far the most extensive—and I only covered about half of what I wanted to relate, owing to length constraints. Next week.
…The most important aspect of the love & hate dynamics of passion in which I’m so privileged to deal…calling the shots 100% how I want, 100% of the time—with zero care over how perceived by assholes and morons—is: me, myself & I.
It’s just simple honesty about just about everything, and you can never fake it. So whether it’s calling some chicks the c-word in a rant, blogging about drinking too much or lighting up now & then, or taking a toke of herb, or celebrating the fact that a guy will openly go help some prostitutes and their clients, or going against all the groupthink to stand against that groupthink in matters of justice for stupid kids, it’s all and always only about calling things how I see them for reals and none of the stupid mundane bullshit people engage everyday so people will fake liking them. You think the people who openly proclaim their love or like for a shit stirrer like me are faking it to be nice? Think about that. The love & hate I deal in is genuine.
The root of all human and societal problems is dishonesty. We all exist somewhere on the spectrum and everyone has elements of both. At both extremes, boring. Honesty does not mean you tell everyone every detail about your life, else they become indifferent via desensitization. Nor do you play dishonest, out-of-context bites like Melissa McEwen and Evelyn Kocur do on the far extreme of dishonesty, just like a politician—and they’re fooling less and less assholes and morons every day.
In the end, it’s whatever I can do to preserve the passon, because the passion is what drives the attention and the attention is what drives the improvements in real lives in all facets of the things in which I deal. What drives it all is building trust; not false, faked adoration based on groupthink standards of “popularity.” It’s fine to be an attention whore. At least do it on your own terms and not terms dictated by the lowest common denominator of assholes and morons in politically correct and acceptable society. Trust is derived from people knowing without a doubt that you’re not lying. You’re telling the truth as you see and judge it; doing so in an honest, open way without the scheming and manipulating and engineering of context to out-of-context and non-sequitur proportions. The weirdest thing of all?
The people who hate you the most also trust you the most.