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2OV, CTG, The Blog Awards, And The Haters.

With the Blog Awards just around the corner online dirt is flying everywhere (which is as effective as a condom with a hole in the front). Accusations of brand whoring, corrupt voting systems and selling out are rife. Of course no names are mentioned, the Cape Town circle jerk is so close-knit everyone knows who everyone else is talking about. It’s like Harry fucking Potter and ‘the one whose name we shall not mention’.

Is that a PUMA top?

It’s all a little silly and although online handbag swinging holds no weight in my life, I feel I should at least share my thoughts seeing as I’m a part of this online thing. Kind of.

So, after the jump you’ll find my thoughts on…I’m not sure I can say it….the Blog Awards, Cape Town Girl and, god forbid…2 Oceans Vibe.

More.

…..funny….I’m still alive.

Let’s carry on then.

As you well know my ‘publicity stunt’ for the Blog Awards involves getting thrown out if I crack second place in Best Entertainment. This doesn’t mean that I do not want to win, it means that I realise my chances are very slim seeing as 2OV is in the same category. My take on the awards has earned me a few digs, all in the ‘he’s just bitter’ vein. To set the record straight (gayest saying ever) this couldn’t be further from the truth.

Bangers and Nash doesn’t pay the bills. I do it because I fucking LOVE it, maybe for all the wrong reasons. It strokes my ego, gets me laid, I go to rad events (and boring ones), I get a lot of free stuff, and I get to meet some very, very cool people. It enables me to live a lifestyle that I wouldn’t dream of giving up. Coming second to a site that receives as much traffic as it does in a competition that allows voters to vote every 24 hours is like coming second in the bedroom, still incredibly satisfying.

As a result of playing in the same city 2OV and B&N get lumped into the same category and everyone has an opinion. As far as I’m concerned we couldn’t be further apart – he’s Camps Bay beach front with cocktails and I’m City Bowl with anything I can get in my face. Seth has been in the game since before I even knew what the internet was, he’s at the forefront of pretty much everything and the man has earned his spot. Given half the chance I bet every single one of his critics would swap places with him. The dude is ‘living the holiday’, but he’s working bloody hard for it.

That’s not to say I have no issue with 2OV, the site. Gone are the days when I used to literally roll off my chair reading stories of Mavis and beach attacks. His writing inspired me to write, and here we are. I enjoy good content and his used to be the best. Now? If I want to read the 2OV headlines before they ‘break’ I go through my bookmarked pages the night before.

I also believe in credible marketing, and maybe it’s just because I’ve been in the industry, but I cannot see how a brand get’s value out of pointless conversation or advertising banners that are so far down they are ‘below the earth’, as someone recently commented. 2OV started the brand advocacy vibe, real use of brands and mentions when relevant – something the rest of us bloggers now benefit from, but has now moved onto something that resembles the thoughts of a brand obsessed Tourett’s sufferer.

The radio side is something else, and I still don’t know why it wasn’t nominated in one of the radio or podcast categories for the Blog Awards. I really do hope it takes off, because we are all well aware of just how atrocious local radio is. As far as the future of 2OV? Maybe guest writers can save it. Sort of like the WWTDD vibe – an incredibly funny offering from various writers, though you would never know that there was more than one contributor.

Now, Cape Town Girl. I suppose I should bite my tongue on this one as we work in the same office, but then this is B&N and my thoughts are really the only thing I have to share here. My thoughts and my good looks.

In my post on who to vote for in the Blog Awards I did suggest her – Best New Blog. I had no idea she was so new to the scene, mostly because of the popularity of her blog, something I cannot understand – I’m just not into cupcakes, macaroons and highlighted brand names. That said, I’d never expect her to understand why I’m into getting as drunk I can, thrashing around in front of a stage, engaging in promiscuous acts with girls of a questionable age, and throwing up in the street – not necessarily in that order.

The reason I bring her up is the ‘brand whore’ label she has been slapped with, rather viciously I might add. While I don’t agree with her ‘girls don’t respect a guy in a Tazz’ vibe in the slightest (not because I drive one, because I feel that judging people according to that sort of standard is the most unattractive quality a human can possess), I would like to see the people calling her a brand whore. I wonder if they go out in public barefoot and dressed in black bags.

The mere fact that you are on the internet means that you buy things, unless you’re homeless and your local internet café allows you to sleep on the floor at night. Alex writes about what she does, and people want to read it. Because people read it, people with stuff give her stuff to write about. It’s that simple. If you don’t like her or her blog don’t follow her. If you do, carry on.

Maybe her incredibly fast climb to ‘fame’ in this cupcake and cat filled Cape Town blogger industry has pissed a few people off. People who after years of writing deep, meaningful things, never got anything for free. People who are not satisfied with sugar and sunglasses. I don’t know. In fact, I don’t know why I even concern myself with this, because all it’s doing is fueling the pointless online back and forth between those with the free shit and those that want the free shit (as well as the possibility of a few harsh looks as I walk through the office).

I suppose it’s true, as soon as someone get’s negative attention and attacks smacking of jealously they are doing something right, and CTG and Seth are clearly doing something right. Whether I agree with it or not is irrelevant.

I suppose it’s because I consider myself more of a ‘man of the people’. I don’t want to be stuck in VIP – unless there are free drinks, I want to be in the pit, on a grimy dancefloor sweating tequila and pouring beer down my throat…with you, the person just like me on the other side of this screen. And I shall endeavor to keep it that way. It’s up to you to let me know if I start drifting toward the fantasy land of Imtoocoolontheinternet.

I’m in this for the free shit and groupies.

As the doe eyed Rock Star would say ‘let’s get fucked up!’

Nash…
Out!