Thursday, 6 October 2011

Five things that are worse than the dentist (or yesterday's visit, in any case)

A few weeks ago while eating a pie, one of my back teeth made a cracking sound and crumbled into my mouth. "Oh dear" I thought, "Oh dear, oh dear". Then I panicked, as is my way, and ran to the toilet to inspect the damage.

In the ensuing days, a sickness overwhelmed me whenever I thought about the tooth. It was giving me a stomach ache. Was it? Yes, it was also tingling; the beginning of a terrible toothache, I supposed. Oh god, they're going to have to take the whole thing out.

I called the dentist, and booked an appointment for two weeks time. Then I called my mum. Standing in an empty meeting room at work I explained, through tears, that I would probably have to have root canals, extractions and finally a bridge put in, leaving me with false teeth like an old woman.

Yesterday I went to the dentist having taken the afternoon off work and enlisted my mum to meet me afterwards, to take me home and feed me soup through a straw.

What actually happened was they fixed it in under five minutes, with no pain or fuss, and I felt a bit silly.

So in honour of me getting wound up over nothing, here are five things that are infinitely worse than yesterday's trip to the dentist:


1) About Me pages written in the third person


Look, drop the act. We know it's you. Unless you're Kate Moss ("Ahm proper busy, wot is internet? Oh do it for me, yeah?"), Michael Jackson (dead) or Flipper (fictional dolphin), you're unlikely to have a team of PRs bigging up your shoes and socks to the lowly public. So drop the "she", give us an "I" and blow that horn with pride. You too, Perez.



2) People who Retweet their #FollowFriday mentions on Twitter




The above sentence will inspire one of two reactions. Either you will be nodding furiously, possibly enraged at the thought of People Who Do #FollowFriday Wrong, or you simply won't care - either because Twitter is dead to you, or because you partake in this Twitter faux pas and don't see what the problem is. In case you do this, please understand that retweeting compliments is the internet equivalent of standing on a chair in a room full of people and saying "BLOODY HELL, THIS PERSON JUST SAID I'M WELL GOOD! SO DID THIS PERSON! LOOK HOW MANY FRIENDS I HAVE! LOVE ME! LOVE ME!" And that's not cool, is it?



3) Companies that send out too many emails



Dear Kurt Geiger, I love you. I own many, many, many pairs of your shoes. Your emails about discount codes and little reminders that the new Spring / Summer range is about to go on 48 hour pre-sale with free postage and packaging are an asset to my inbox. What I don't need are "Star Style", "New In" and "Editor's Picks" emails bludgeoning me over the head with your brand every other day. It's annoying. Please stop. Love from a once loyal, now unsubscribed customer. xx


4) Internet Outrage at the Mail Online



Newsflash to the Daily Fail complainer brigade: Mail Online articles are SEO'd, CMS'd and OMG'd up to the eyeballs for maximum reader rage. They want you to react, because a reaction means hits for their lovely advertisers, and more money for them to pay journalists to write utter crap. So if you generally disagree with what the Daily Mail has to say, don't give them website hits. Don't tell everyone on Twitter how pissed off you are about it. Don't blog about how wrong they are. Ignore. Have tea and kittens instead. Basically, abide by the age old internet adage and don't feed the trolls.


5) Freebie Bloggers



Once upon a time, I replied to PR emails instead of deleting them. 

That moment where you realise that companies will give you free stuff in exchange for some words on a website is nothing short of wondrous. You disguise the adverts (and they are adverts) under a veil of nonchalance, telling yourself that you're doing it for your readers who hang on your every word, that your disclosures are in small enough text at the bottom of each post (or omitted completely) for no one to notice...but they do. For me, there was a cost to getting free stuff; as cosy as those cashmere gloves were, they made me feel a bit like an estate agent when it came to mentioning them on my blog. So, freebie fetchers, product pushers, if you like your blog and hate estate agents, don't try to style it out. Be upfront about it, let it be known that you're in this blogging lark mostly for the free products, and do it under a massive post title that reads

 "THIS IS A PLUG FOR A COMPANY / BRAND BECAUSE THEY GAVE ME A FREE PAIR OF SHOES TO POST ABOUT IT". 

Now that's what you call transparency. 

That is all.

11 comments:

smidge said...

Yowch, don't read my about page then. Or maybe you have :s

treacle said...

Yeah - what Smidge said :P

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Jo thinks that not every blogger with an about me page written in the third person is as bad as Perez Hilton, and would like to offer her apologies for any blogger friends who might be talking about themselves like this. When done ironically, she feels it can be quite funny. But mostly, it's just wrong.

:-D

Smidge said...

This blogger went and changed her about page as she in no way wanted to be compared to Perez. :p

Amy said...

It genuinely wasn't until about a month ago that I realised PR people sent bloggers free stuff. And only then because I heard someone (possibly you) talking about it on Twitter. How many adverts have I read without knowing?

Fen said...

Oh I'm so with you on #2, it drives me BONKERS. The whole FF thing is kinda lost on me anyway, but RT your mention. Just gross.

London-Lass said...

Everything in this post is lost on me ... but then I'm old and no longer with it.

Glad it all worked out well with your tooth :)

Ellie said...

There was a phase when female bloggers were offered free dildos almost weekly. I always thought the idea of a free dildo was wrong. Let alone blogging about it.

pinkjellybaby said...

Tea and kittens over here please....

Loki Mars said...

I made the mistake of reading number 2 whilst necking a lovely cup of tea only to spit it all out over my keyboard as your final comments made me laugh hysterically. I don't know whether to thank you or slap you, so I've left this comment.

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Smidge - Good lass.

Amy - All of them. They're all adverts, especially the ones where the shoes look extra shiny and new.

Fen - It's so blummin' uncouth.

London Lass - It's ok, you're still down with the kids. I know you are. COME ON, GET DOWN!

Ellie - Sheeit I remember that, they were all sponored by sex websites. Yeah. What happened to them? (bloggers, not dildos)

PJB - Get involved, that site has saved my Daily Mail skin numerous times.

Loki - Glad to have been of service. And generally, comments are preferred over slaps round these parts. But you know, if it's between a slap or nothing, I'd absolutely go for the slap.

 

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