The World Literary Cafe used to be my jam. I learned about it through Facebook/Twitter and spent hours on there a week, poking around. I stalked the forums and learned about new authors and releases. Then I found my favorite feature: A list of all the members’ Facebook Fan Pages, with the goal being for everyone to go down the list and Like everyone, receiving Likes on their own page in the process. Everyone gets mucho Likes. Everything is mucho bueno (I don’t speak Spanish, can you tell?)
And so it went and it was awesome for a good, long while. I even blogged about it. Then something changed. That plague of a practice that began on Twitter infiltrated the WLC Facebook Likes arrangement. You know what plague of a practice I’m referring to. The one where someone follows you on Twitter, you follow them back, then they promptly un-follow you. Sneakily and quietly. And you’re left following their selfish-ass for the rest of eternity, retweeting their witty remarks and news of success, none the wiser.
And this is what WLC is slowly becoming. I lingered right under 500 Likes FOREVER. Every time I would reach 500 or 501 I would get so happy. Blowing noisemakers, tossing confetti, buying celebratory cupcakes and dabbing icing on my cats’ noses. Then BAM! The very next day, I see my page sitting $hitty (the opposite of “sitting pretty”) at 499 Likes again. WTF, WLC???
I put celebratory cupcake icing on my cats’ noses, people! They hate that! I can only get away with doing it but so many more times before they eat me in my sleep! And there’s freaking confetti in my curly hair that simply WILL NOT come out! All because you couldn’t stay a while, get to know me, see how frickin’ funny I am, possibly buy my book… Wait, who threw that last part in there?
Anyway, World Literary Cafe is still my jam. I still poke around. I still naively like the Facebook Fan Pages of the other members. But I gosh darn REFUSE to buy any more celebratory cupcakes and I’m keeping the confetti aside for a more verifiable milestone.
Are you a World Literary Cafe member? Have you witnessed this atrocious practice? Have you bought my book, yet? Dammit, seriously who keeps throwing that in there?
I mean, it’s true.
It’s messed up when someone has such a brilliant idea, and it becomes a complete mess, because people can’t see past “self” …
It’s really sort of gross.
Really gross. Like mixing mustard into your chocolate milk. Shame!
No. Yes. Not yet ;). Btw your post is pretty frickin funny!
I’m sorry to hear.
Hurry up! (Dammit there I go again)
Btw Thank you! Stop by again some time.
Celebratory icing on a cat’s nose you say… here kitty kitty. Lol. I’m not currently a member which is perhaps why my Fb likes have barely hit 23 lol 😛
Haha. I mean it is pretty cool and I have met people that are awesome and willing to network, but ugh. It’s the OTHER bad apples ruining it for the bunch…
Usually. Lol. I just joined actually. 🙂 couldn’t hurt.
Oh, well on behalf of the non-WLC-asshats, Welcome!
This post cracked me up. I hadn’t heard of The World Literary Cafe, but I think I’ll check it out now. Oh, and I am now following your blog AND following you on FB. I promise not to un-follow. Who knows, maybe I’ll even buy your book. (Wait, where did that come from? – it’s like the thought has been placed in my mind and I can’t get it out!)
Nicole @ Feed Your Fiction Addiction
Haha! I’m glad I could brighten your day and possibly make WLC your jam and maybe convince you to buy my book. Wait, no, stop that! Agh!
Oh and thanks for all the follows. Heading to your site now!
I love these posts 🙂 I don’t do the auto follow thing anymore. Someone has to spike my interest and if I like what they’re about ill follow/like them.
I’ve been banned from preaching lol. I am tempted to start my own little series for when I do feel like a rant 😀
I’ll be waiting for it!
I’m off to see man of steal tonight so that may be my first subject lol
Lol. I saw it. It was Ok. I’m not a Superman person. But you enjoy.
I’m not either but hopefully it’s okay like everyone is saying 🙂
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