There’s this site called Get Off My Internets. If you’re a blog reader, maybe you’ve heard of it. If you’re a blogger, you probably are aware of it because you’re afraid of ending up there, or already have, or maybe know someone who has, and so you checked it out, completely baffled as you scrolled through the site all the while wondering if it was a joke. If it was some sort of The Onion-esque take on the blogosphere. But it’s not. It’s real people trashing other real people. For kicks and clicks.
GOMI has every right to its little piece of earth in the ether. I’d never argue otherwise. The internet welcomes all. And yet.
GOMI was just named one of the 100 Best Sites for Women by this thing called Forbes. Maybe you’ve heard of them. And my If Emily Posted-writing brain is having a hard time wrapping my head around this. GOMI is like the social media news cycle version of those Enquirer covers with a collage of celeb cellulite. Here, read this and feel better about yourself by tearing down someone else.
GOMI isn’t pretty. Life isn’t always pretty. But when we glorify those who spend their days ripping bloggers to shreds as one of the best places to be online, I think we need to stop and think about what we’re doing here. What has the blogosphere become?
And I would really, really like to know how the voting process for this Forbes list takes places because the description sounds a lot more like a Heathers Lunchtime Poll than the People’s Choice Awards.
If this epitomizes the “best of the best” for women online, then I don’t want to know what is defined as the worst.
Some value what Forbes has to say. Some value what GOMI has to say. I value what Morgan has to say.