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The Pioneer Woman

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.

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  1. Bent Barrow FarmJune 8, 2012 at 10:57 AM

    Hmmm. I seem to have lost my Intense Debate comments! I'm going to have to do some sleuthing to get them back.

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  2. AnonymousJune 12, 2012 at 3:54 PM

    I have to say the same thing about Ree, pretty site and pretty pictures but where is the heart? Lots to see but not much to hear. I didn't know much about her prior to the "fame" but after looking into her site I really didn't see what all the fuss was about. I think she's great and all and I don't want to say anything bad but from looking at the pictures and views on her site it appears her ranch has had a helping hand when it comes to financial maters. That's a pretty fancy kitchen full of pretty fancy things for a small family ranch.

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  3. MarieJune 17, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    They are actually giant ranchers! Still a family owned farm but they are giant. I read her before she got huge, she is really warm and friendly. Sad to say she does seem a little glossy and has too many things she focuses on, too many areas. I still like her, I just don't go to her site very much.

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  4. MarieJune 17, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    They are actually giant ranchers! Still a family owned farm but they are giant. I read her before she got huge, she is really warm and friendly. Sad to say she does seem a little glossy and has too many things she focuses on, too many areas. I still like her, I just don't go to her site very much.

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