What’s In A Click?

Jan15Genetics is a funny thing. I knew any child Scott and I produced would have blonde hair, but I never thought about whether or not that hair would be thick or thin or dark or light or curly or straight. Turns out, it’s pretty straight, pretty light, and pretty thin — the exact opposite kind of blond hair that I had growing up. And in these icy cold winds we’ve been treated to lately here in Los Angeles (no seriously, it’s been in the 30s here, that’s like record breaking, I’m certain of it) my lady’s hair is standing straight on end more often then not. Poor girl. And don’t even think of suggesting she wear her hair in a ponytail. You’ve never heard a little girl scream “I don’t want a pony!” with such vigor. Although this morning she did say that “tomorrow” (which just means not today, some other time in toddler-speak) she would consider letting me put her hair in two ponytails “like Sadie had last time” (last time also just means some other time, but in the past tense.) Thank Moses for my Mother-In-Law, who taught me that rubbing a dryer sheet on her head will calm things down when things really start to fly away.

Totally unrelated, what’s up with people’s reluctance to click things on the internet? Sure — on occasion I’ve come across a site that’s exploiting my clicks, barely offering a sentence between each page break or shoving four ads into a ten image slide show, but for the most part a click is a price I’m willing to pay for otherwise free information/entertainment/time suckage. Still, plenty of my fellow internetizens are not so happy to  share the currency of their clickage.

My RSS feed is truncated (has been for a while). For those of you who didn’t just fall asleep and don’t know what that means, it means that if you subscribe to this website via RSS you get a sentence or two of each post I write delivered to your inbox letting you know it’s time for a visit. It hasn’t always been this way. Once upon a time when I was an innocent young blogger I used to let my feeds flow full — images, words, everything I published to this blog would be delivered to your inbox/reader for your enjoyment. But, people (not most people) abused that kindness and did things like blog scrape and use my content without permission. So, like a lot of bloggers, I truncated my feed. I guess I asked that in some small way you show your appreciation for the time and effort I put in here, and depress your pointer finger by about a quarter of an inch (give or take depending on your mouse/trackpad/keyboard.) I’m not asking for cash money, although it’s true that I’ll make enough to buy a cup of coffee based on the folks that might click through instead of read my post/look at my picture/see whatever random thing that’s got my attention in their reader, I’m just hoping for you to help me protect my content.

But for whatever reason, people really hate to click. I’ve seen unfollow/unsubscribe/dead-to-me declarations on all forms of social media raging against bloggers who truncate their RSS feeds. And perhaps because I’m one of them, but also because I just don’t get it — I just don’t get it. Why the reluctance to click?

I want to assure you, I’m not accusing or mocking or complaining, or anything like that — falling short of intentionally boycotting something that offends me morally, I just genuinely have never understood the inclination to withhold my click from a blogger whose work I want to read. I’d love to hear what you guys think.

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