Neil Kramer of Citizen of the Month has been pondering the question of niches lately both on his blog and Twitter. It’s also been a topic among my group of Unsettled Bloggers at Studio 30+. To niche or not to niche – that is the question.
Me – as a person – cannot be niched. I just can’t. Years ago, shit what am I saying decades ago, I was hired as administrator for a funky and very indie theater company. Among the playwrights and actors I frequented I was viewed as the administrator (best if pronounced with a British accent). The str8 one. Although I had zero qualifications to do any kind of accounting whatsoever, they still perceived me as the administrator (best if pronounced with a British accent, things haven’t changed). But, among my friends outside my professional network, I was viewed as the artist. The freak. Some even called me Granola.
Sidenote: Among French-Canadians, Granola is the term referring to a hippy flower child and peace loving creature. All positive right? Yet to my friends (lawyers, accountants, MBA holders) being Granola is not what it’s all cracked up to be.
But to me, what was I? I’ve always been rather athletic and sporty, but compared to my sister, the marathon runner & triathlete: I’m a slug. I have a Bachelor’s degree. Kind of. I have a piece of paper with a beautiful stamp on it. Yet I achieved this beautiful degree with approximately one full year of courses. Compared to my true circle of friends who all hold MBA’s PhD’s and more letters than my name holds, I’m just a nitwit.
I live on a boat, but can I consider myself a sailor when I don’t know the difference between the bow, the stern, the starboard and the port side? Then again, I could tell you a good bottle of Port when I see one.
When I saw the Mini-Wheat commercial for the first time it was like an illumination. Where most people saw a cute little Mini-Wheat on stage screaming for a limo I saw light. Golden light. Beyond the golden light was the heavenly chant of a complete orchestra of angels. “What am I? Sweet and tasty or good and healthy?”
I am the Mini-Wheat! I am that Mini-Wheat! My blog cannot be described as a humor blog, there’s too much creativy-artsy-fartsy writing on it. My blog cannot be described as a mom blog, I’m not a mom. I’m not a how-to blog, I’m not a info on the arts scene or a travel blog. I’m certainly not a financial blog although I could go on and on about how to eliminate all debt and live without bills…
When I really try hard at finding ONE word, one single word that best describes me and my cyber house rules all I can come up with is this: Fun. Is that a niche? When I sign up to a variety of online blogging communities, fun is never an option. Now who in their right mind can create a community where fun is not an option?
I also have another word for myself. But I may be getting carried away: Rad. Yeah. I want to be rad. Or better yet, radilicious!
What is your word? And should I dare ask – what word would you give me & my cyber house rules?