There are a lot of blogs written from Springfield, Missouri. Many of these blogs fit within certain easy categories. One might describe them as hipster. Or twee. Or cutesy. Most feature women in bright red lipstick, top knots, and big glasses. One might call them “lifestyle blogs,” if one feels that taking pictures with Instagram and going to thrift stores is a lifestyle.
If I didn’t know better, I’d see Springfield, MO through the lens of these blogs as a funky haven for people who wear vintage and drink coffee. As an artsy place, with lots of brick buildings. As a place that is almost exclusively sepia-toned.
Maybe that is what Springfield is? I don’t buy it, but I’ve certainly been wrong before. Maybe a better question is: why do these Springfield bloggers make me feel so gross?
Oh, I dunno, I guess because it feels like they’re trying so hard you can almost feel them straining through the internet.
But why should I care about that? Why does it bother me when anyone-- not just Springfield bloggers– tries too hard at anything– not just being twee?
Because, first off, to put it really bluntly: it really works on me! It makes me feel like I’m not at all cool or interesting or worthwhile as a human. Like, damn, I haven’t made any crafts which feature an owl. Or, shit, I don’t know anything about chess. Or, fuck, I haven’t ever even been to Europe.
And then, when I try to remind myself that so-and-so is just trying too hard, I feel worse. Like, I’m so not-cool that even some try-hard idiot makes me feel lame!
This is why I sometimes get the urge to give up on people forever. Not because I don’t like them, but because I don’t like me around them.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure the solution is just getting older.
[5/6/13: Edited to remove specific blog names, which I shouldn't have posted anyway. See my apology here].