Stuff and nonsense
I’ve been amazed over the past few days at the way in which “the community” of HR bloggers and tweeters has reverted to type. One of the things about the online world is the lack of order, the lack of hierarchy and the lack of rules. But it seems that HR people just aren’t comfortable with that. Am I surprised? No. Am I disappointed…….well…..
What started as a debate about favourite blogs, became a debate about what makes an HR blog became a debate over categorisations of blogs which is spread over a number of different sites and blogs. Really, you couldn’t make it up could you?
I mean, I have strong views on what I personally think about blogging and bloggers. There are blogs out there that I would rather shove a marrow up my arse than read, there are blogs which make my eyeballs want to bleed and many which I just simply don’t understand. But someone must like them and good on you to the bloggers.
Does it really need the blog police to come in and define categories sub-categories? Ok, so I admit I have a personal beef here when I see the “Top 500 Talent blogs” and there are people with one post on it about some niche bollocks and I don’t even feature…… But that aside…..
And then to top it all off, I saw a conversation on Twitter about the use of hash tags and how they should and shouldn’t be used and the amount that you should use and whether they should be used when re-tweeting and…..and…..and…..and….WHAT THE FUCK???? I mean really……
I will read what I want to read. I don’t care what category it comes in. I don’t care who recommends it or doesn’t. If it makes me laugh, if it makes me think, if it makes me question myself, you or others….it is all fair game. I don’t care whether it falls under the category HR, Recruitment, Talent or Donkey Porn. It makes no difference.
I will also use whatever damn hash tag I want in the way that I want to when I want to. And if you don’t like it tough. Cool shit becomes un-cool shit when you start to create rules and order and govern by the un-elected, self-selected.
If you want to hang out with the prefects then fine. Me? I’ll be behind the bikes sheds. And I know who’ll be having all the fun.