For the past almost 2 years, the Google ‘follow’ button has been my friend.
It has allowed me to click, and by doing so, let the blogger I was reading know that I appreciated what she/he had to say.
Honestly, if I didn’t like what I was reading, I’d hightail it out of the blog, probably never to return again.
However, I’ve said this before, as much as I love reading blogs, I don’t have a select few that I read religiously. Of course I have my favourites, and those are the ones I subscribe to. It’s convenient because they arrive in my email account, and it’s simply easier for me to read them from there.
For me, the ‘follow’ button has been beneficial in that it has shown me that people do reciprocate; people do like me enough to click that little icon; but mostly, the actual number has shown potential sponsors in the fitness industry that I have a following.
I will start competing in March, and hopefully, at that time, will catch the eye of a prospective sponsor of nutritional supplements or fitness wear (a girl can dream).
And for me, the number on Google Friend Connect is a way for these people to see that I have something to offer not only as far as a competitor, but also as a blogger.
I can offer the promise of adversing in my sidebar, shout-outs, even entire posts devoted to their product.
It’s the number of followers that can actually make the difference for a sponsor on choosing me as a representative because of what I can do for them, rather than what they can do for me.
Google Friend Connest was a numbers game.
It was as disheartening to see that someone had unfollowed me as it was exciting to see a new follower.
So I guess, in that respect, taking away this widget will alleviate that constant fixation on how many people have clicked the box.
But honestly, for me, taking away that widget can mean the difference between being sponsored by big name companies and being just another girl who prances around a stage with a fake tan and stripper heels.
…So all of this to say, Google Friend Connect, you will be missed…
…and, I need to learn to walk on those damn shoes.