Post by account_disabled on Jan 3, 2024 6:36:11 GMT
The "fault" for all this, for this evolution, certainly lies with social media, which requires a more direct, human language, closer to the reader, or rather to the person, because on social media we are all at the same level . While a blog is followed even by those who don't have one, on social media you need to have a profile to follow someone. Here comes another barrier. This is what I mean by everyone being on the same level. People are therefore now used to a different approach towards content and language. And it is natural that they expect the same approach in the blogs they follow. A more colloquial language, that conversationality that Luisa Carrada spoke about. They no longer love - because they have never loved - the language of marketing.
Blogs and social media will continue to be two different forms of communication, but today they are perhaps much closer than in the past. Those who are present on social media have an awareness that they didn't have Special Data before: they know that they are creating content , that they are speaking to their audience, that what they write is being spread. His attitude towards the blogs he follows has therefore also changed. He wants more personality from the blogger , a more human, more sociable, more "equal" relationship. The blog as the direct voice of the blogger We have talked about it several times: in a blog we must find our voice to write , like the style that distinguishes writers, but in a blog there is - and must be - a more personal writing , the soul of the blogger, of the person, must shine through even more who writes to us.
How can our readers trust us if they don't understand who the person behind the blog is? It is by writing in a personal way that we can earn the trust and respect of the public.He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully. The girl was terrified, the man thought, she didn't move or say a word. She hoped that he had hurt her while deflowering her, even though that type of woman was so proud that he would never admit it. During intercourse the man had frantically groped and kissed that body which remained inert, without heat, like a silent surrender to that manifestation of authority and power. The gentleman finished with a groan, allowing himself one last, angry movement in the girl's body. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.
Blogs and social media will continue to be two different forms of communication, but today they are perhaps much closer than in the past. Those who are present on social media have an awareness that they didn't have Special Data before: they know that they are creating content , that they are speaking to their audience, that what they write is being spread. His attitude towards the blogs he follows has therefore also changed. He wants more personality from the blogger , a more human, more sociable, more "equal" relationship. The blog as the direct voice of the blogger We have talked about it several times: in a blog we must find our voice to write , like the style that distinguishes writers, but in a blog there is - and must be - a more personal writing , the soul of the blogger, of the person, must shine through even more who writes to us.
How can our readers trust us if they don't understand who the person behind the blog is? It is by writing in a personal way that we can earn the trust and respect of the public.He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully. The girl was terrified, the man thought, she didn't move or say a word. She hoped that he had hurt her while deflowering her, even though that type of woman was so proud that he would never admit it. During intercourse the man had frantically groped and kissed that body which remained inert, without heat, like a silent surrender to that manifestation of authority and power. The gentleman finished with a groan, allowing himself one last, angry movement in the girl's body. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.