Ree Drummond plows through life, one calf nut at a time, and an audience throngs at her feet. Whenever I mention I'm a blogger with livestock, I hear her name: "Oh, like the Pioneer Woman." People love her.
A blog. One post after another. A single human voice: authentic—down-to-earth—funny—honest—real. That's what I went looking for when I first popped in to www.thepioneerwoman.com. Instead, I found a slick site packed to the brim with links. It was enough to make me dizzy! I saw a lot of pretty food, a few opportunities to buy stuff, some professional photography, and an overabundance of content that drove me away. Speaking of agoraphobia (the Pioneer Woman has it, mildly), the website left me overwhelmed.
I wish I'd gotten on the Pioneer Woman train before she became a celebrity blogger and the next Martha Stewart. I really wanted to like her, but I feel like I don't even know where to begin.
I don't hear you, Ree. Your voice is lost in the hubub.