Chris Bowers thinks I should just give up.

[Peace and love to the beautiful people coming here from Crooks and Liars. And a kiss, a peck, and a hug around the neck to Mike, too.]



The blogosphere is really maturing when this kind of a navel-gazing wankery is allowed to stand:

The days of the major, solo content generator, pundit blogger are all but over. ...Within the national blogosphere, the market dynamic has changed dramatically, and the entry barrier to the "top-tier" has become far more difficult to break through.

Really, Chris, I'd love to meet you for Glenlivet on the rocks at some penthouse hotel bar and hear about your blog's business model and your latest "blogger conference call" with Rahm Emmanuel. Furthermore, Brilliant at Breakfast, another blogger who, like me, would of course consider herself lucky to be sent down to the lobby gift shop for condoms so we could do a threesome with you in room 519 (but we understand we'll have to sleep in our own rooms after, as you've got an early flight back to the Beltway, natch) has more and better to say:

It's truly amazing to see one blogger fellating the entire Big Name Blogosphere in one post, while at the same time consigning the rest of us to the ranks of the MySpacers. ...Chris Bowers playing "Mine's Bigger" with the rest of the blogosphere, is this really what it's come to? Is this the Revenge of the Nerds come to fruition? Is this the guys who DIDN'T get laid on prom night finally staking their claim to coolness?

But seriously, Chris, since it obviously makes you hot, let me lay a few stats on you. With less than ten exceptions, I confine my blogroll to blogs with fewer than 70 RSS subscribers. I doubt any of them are getting paid for the privilege of sharing with me and the wider world their creativity, energy, intelligence, and wit. There are artists, there are artists who somehow make a living doing their art (sorry, I can't imagine John Amato writing that "Chris Bowers knows blog success!" business model bullshit), and there are sell-out wankers who want to color themselves important by channeling some Tony Robbins success seminar. I'm too busy doing my thang, and enjoying the writing and work of some very gifted individual bloggers, to worry about which category the big boys fall into.



Images from here. And no, Chris, I didn't pay for them. Thanks too to Blah3 and Jon Swift, with whom I "networked" on this post. Next time I'll order the appetizer, boys.