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As reported back on the 10th, Instagram has begun wiping spam and ghost accounts from their system. The results so far are a combination of ‘lulz’ and ‘womp womp’.
Pink Peonies, after jumping to 292k followers during the week following the announcement, is now suddenly down to 287k. Ramshackleglam started out with 12.8k followers and is now down to 7.7k. Eat Live Run is down about 1k, as are Rosie the Londoner and What I Wore. Dooce and Kelle Hampton are both down about 2k.
The most wtf drop was ole Natalie Jean, who lost a whopping 19.3k followers in the purge. She responded to this in her typically sarcastic defensive manner.
Is this proof of purchasing followers? It’s hard to say. But surely some of these losses indicate something more than just removal of ‘spambots’ or inactive accounts.
It’s a boy! I love him so much already.
Pageviews Davis joins older sister Income and older brother Click$ in the family business known as Love Taza.
Some of you hams may remember Beverly the Ghost. She’s the blogger who created a thread about herself, denied it, and then posed as her husband to come back and pull the old They’re Dead You Jerks routine. If you’d rather not kill about 9 hours of your day by reading the entire thread, you can read a summary here, with links to the relevant lols.
Anyhoo, there’s a couple of updates on our resident poltergeist. It seems when she’s not busy posing for Scooby-Doo episodes, she’s running a photography business and getting pregnant. I guess this means she’s given up trying to be a big blogger – at least for now.
So is anyone else picturing this, or am I the only person who gave up real life in order to play the Sims?
I don’t invite strangers into my home to comment on my choice of curtains or the cleanliness of my bathrooms, and I’m not sure it makes sense to do so with my writing either…We are strangers, and I would like to utilize other spaces to get to know each other, keeping That Wife as a space that showcases my views absent the influence of others.
Saying “I’m terrible at moderating. I struggle with defensiveness” she encourages readers to interact with her on twitter, claiming she would “would love to go back and forth with you in 140 characters on a given topic”. She concludes by telling her readers she guesses she’ll hear from them on twitter, but if not they can still read her amazing words, presumably while keeping their opinions to themselves.
Josh Davis of Love Taza, there could be a ‘trail mix of tears’ joke in here if I wanted to be culturally insensitive, posted today about how he is a great – no, the greatest father ever. Mr. Derp took over the blog to let everyone know he spent last evening telling his daughter she was the snowflakiest snowflake that ever snowflaked. Then suddenly, emotions!
I thought she had fallen asleep, but then I heard her bring her hand up to her face and move it back and forth…I got worried and cracked open the window curtain only to see her eyes wet. “Eleanor, are you OK?” No answer. “Eleanor, were you crying?” She nodded. “Were you crying because you were happy or sad?” “Happy,” she whispered back.
He explained that even though he spent most of his super entrepreneurially employed days giving his children “feedback and coaching”, he feels it important to have special Snowflake Building Time (or whatever parents call it) to let them know how amazeca$h they are. And since the entire family depends on the blog to provide most of their money, though Josh initially felt the moment was “so special I thought to keep it to myself” obviously he had to post about it; because if a blogger parents their children and doesn’t smear it all over the internet, did it really happen?
Ugh, how depressing to be those kids. They can’t even go to bed and decompress without Emperor Derp up in their face yammering about his feels until they cry, and then using it as blog fodder.