I love my kids, I just hate parenting
So for this week’s assignment, I was paired with Martinis and Minivans, a similarly-minded blogger who writes about how her kids drive her to drink.
I only have one kid, and I’ve basically been drunk since he was born, so we made a good team.
Unfortunately the judges didn’t think so.
That’s where you come in.
I’m not going to blame you. Let me get that out of the way right now.
Yes, I survived the Week One cuts in my quest to become 2012’s Blogger Idol and win a tablet. But I BARELY survived. I was next in line to be cut.
I chalk up my poor performance to two things: I wrote about drinking and I wrote about drinking. If I were an ungenerous man, I might say my fanbase – such as it is – let me down. But I am not going to blame you. I said that already.
However. This time, if I don’t survive, I will blame you.
A few weeks ago I got wind of something called “Blogger Idol.”
It’s an online contest run by a couple of insane, obviously bored, objectively wonderful people in an effort to publicize and award some of the best blog writing on the internet.
This is the second year of the competition and after submitting an audition explaining my blog and why I’m the greatest, I find myself among the 13 finalists. Unfortunately, now I’m forced to write an assignment every week in an attempt to outlast the other 12 contestants and win it all.
Like “American Idol” itself, advancement relies on a combination of judges impressions and fans, votes. Which is where you come in.