Why Is Everybody Concerned with "Tumblr Fame" This Morning?

As usual, I slept in too late to catch the genesis of the new thing that’s got everybody up in arms or whatever today.

I am not Tumblr Famous.  I have never been “blogging famous”, except for a brief period on Vox before it went live and the barbarians rushed in and ruined everything.  I’ll admit it: it was nice having everybody know who I was, and I also admit that it’s frustrating to me that I can’t seem to get back up to that level of notoriety.

If you’re curious to know how many followers I have, it’s 208.  It was 209 yesterday, but I guess I offended somebody with my video featuring the breasts of an adult performer.  Would I like more: almost certainly.  There are plenty of people who I know have more followers than I do who are not as funny as I am.  There are also plenty of funny people who have less.  Nobody can calculate the formula that leads to massive amounts of followers.  It’s a strange chemistry, and either you hit upon that chemistry, or you don’t.

One thing I am pretty sure of, though, is that a greater proportion of my followers are also my friends, which is something that a lot of “Tumblr celebs” can’t say.  Which is better: hundreds of followers you never interact with, or a handful of good pals?

(All that aside, would it kill you guys to recommend my blog once in awhile?)