Dude, I love your glasses, but really? Even worse than reblogging my own stuff, my whole blog has my name on it. I’m such a publicity whore, I know. But here’s a few things you may not have realized:
I love Tumblr. I love the incredible people on here. I love the opportunity to express myself. I love and appreciate the fact that you and others appreciate my work. But, and I believe this goes for many of the other tens of thousands of artists on here, we are just that. Artists. You appreciate the work that we pour our hearts into and we don’t ask for much in exchange. Actually, we really don’t ask for anything. Artists generally aren’t millionaires, and one of the reasons artists have blogs aside from the ones mentioned above, is, gasp, self promotion. We have to eat too, you know.
Tumblr is free. My art is free for you to enjoy. Tumblr is one of the only places where there’s such a proliferation of incredible art, many of which are arguably greater than things you’ll find at some museum. There’s a lot of shit on here too, though, and I can only assume if you’ve somehow found the strength to scroll past endless gifs of Miley twerking it without blowing a gasket, you can stomach a reblog or two of something of mine you’ve already seen. Or maybe I should just change my whole blog into a twerkfest.
And lastly, as you already know, Tumblr is extremely time-dependent. When you’ve seen something I post on your dashboard, someone else who logs in a few hours later might very well completely miss it. Shouldn’t they enjoy the same things you got to see?
Stick it to the dude
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.