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Recently, I was struck by a comment left on the blog of popular blogger, coach and author Pam Slim. The anonymous (of course) commenter chastised her for seeking sales and for there being less free content on her blog as she worked on promoting her newly launched book.
Then I was blown away by Pam's fabulous response. Calm, neutral, factual, non-reactive, honest, compassionate and not defensive in the least.
Taken together, the discussion got me thinking: is there anything wrong with trying to make money? (Note: I've not reproduced the comment and response here because they are a bit lengthy but I encourage you to read them here.)
I've read Pam's blog, Escape From Cubicle Nation for years and have always found value in what she writes. Though I read a number of blogs that discuss personal growth and self employment that bombard the reader with constant special offers and that follow suspiciously similar formulas of e-books, tele-seminars, email newsletters, long, long promo landing pages with testimonials and red letter headlines, hers does not.
While the internet seems tailor-made to spread the "get rich quick in three easy steps!" meme, in person we all have struggled with friends and family who want us to join their network, buy their cosmetics, cookware or ahem, toys for grownups. Unlike distant corporations who seek to persuade us en masse, when we have a relationship with someone and they market directly to us as individual it can feel really uncomfortable.
We would not begrudge anyone going to a job and earning money even when we might help them earn a paycheck indirectly. Do you feel any animosity towards a librarian or school teacher being paid when your taxes, your book reading habits and child's education all contribute to their ability to pay their rent? Doubtful. When you go to a department store or Target to pick up your favorite mascara do you have to think twice about giving money to the employees of the cosmetics company? Unlikely. Why then do we bristle when a neighbor offers to sell us Avon or Mary Kay or when a cousin or sister-in-law asks us to host a Tupperware or Pampered Chef party? You might have Good Vibrations on speed dial but be annoyed when girls night out involves your BFF asking you to re-stock your nightstand with products she is now distributing.
Part of this, I think, probably is driven by the taboos we have about money in our culture - about talking about it, about wanting it, and about asking for anything. Particularly if the one opening her mouth about it is a woman. And not only is there a taboo about discussing money but then feeling like you've been put in a position where you have to say yes or no about how you want to spend your money and, to some degree, judge the worthiness of someone you care about in asking and receiving money - it's a recipe for a crazy-making tangle of conflicting and oft-suppressed emotions.
And, I haven't even touched on the twin "J's:" judgment and jealousy. I won't rehash the consistent flare-ups in the blogosphere where pronouncements are blogged about how and when advertising, paid blogging, sponsored content, reviews, freebies, etc., etc., etc. are or are not acceptable but if you've been reading blogs for more than a minute, undoubtedly you've seen a round or two.
As readers we can snipe and complain or we can stop reading or unsubscribe if we think a blogger has gotten too greedy, too pushy, too smarmy with their money making efforts. In real life, it is harder because you can't always and probably don't always want to walk away from relationships. As bloggers, marketers and self-promoters we can learn to sell with confidence and integrity or run the risk of losing readers, friends and sales. It's a tricky dance but here's hoping we can all learn to move past fear, greed, desperation and all our discomfort around money and deal with getting paid with all the grace and class of Pam Slim.
Related Reading:
Naomi Dunford at IttyBiz: Entrepreneurship: What To Do When You're Scared Sh*tless
Am I afraid that no-one will come to my blog? That people will stop coming? That I won’t meet the goals I’ve stated quite publicly to people I don’t like and who will gleefully revel in my failure?
Of course I am. But I can’t let that water me down. I can’t let that fear dominate my actions. I can’t let myself become one















