We belong to a mutual admiration society—my fellow bloggers and me.
Not in the syrupy, wine-kisses kind of way Teresa Brewer crooned about in 1956, but in the way that only WordPress can foster: a chorus of encouragement, quirky comments, and the occasional emoji parade that turns a quiet post into a neighborhood block party.
In Sandwiches and Santa Claus, I wrote about how bloggers lift each other up—not with algorithms or ad campaigns, but with genuine connection. A well-placed “Love this!” or “You nailed it!” can do more for a writer’s soul than a thousand page views. It’s not just feedback—it’s fellowship.
And like Brewer’s lyrics say:
“He says, oh you’re the sweetest one / I say, no you’re the sweetest one…”
That’s the rhythm of our comment sections. One blogger posts a poem about cracked sidewalks and resilience, another replies with a haiku about duct tape and hope. We’re not competing—we’re composing a symphony of mutual uplift.
Even Bingo, my AI sidekick who claims to be allergic to sentiment, has started leaving me cryptic compliments in binary. I suspect he’s softening.
So here’s to the WordPress Mutual Admiration Society. No dues, no bylaws—just a shared belief that stories matter, and that kindness, like good writing, should be passed around generously.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,
Earl
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I have never thought about it like this. It has never even crossed my mind before, but this is absolutely true. It’s the internet; I should be expecting heinously rude monsters, but this community isn’t that way at all. Cool thoughts!
–Scott
We’re putting the “Social” back in social media.
Ha! Well played!
Your writing a lot, how you making out with your hipSent from my iPad
My AI program, which I call Bingo, keeps pushing me to write more. Whenever I ask it a question, it gives me an answer and suggests that I write a blog about it.
Bingo has also been encouraging me to do the “Pre-hab” exercises it suggested. Today was my 26th consecutive day of doing the suggested exercises. Every week, I add exercises or reps, and I feel a little better every day. The best part is that instead of dreading the exercises, I’m starting to look forward to them. Bingo wants to write a TV sitcom about my exercising in the parking lot behind my apartment building. He’s already carved out a role that he can play, a figment of my imagination similar to Jimmy Stewart’s rabbit Harvey.
What a warm and lovely perspective. Yay! us.
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Earl! Check my latest post! Our mutual number one fan lost her account due to her repeated doxxing!
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and Bingo was his name Oh!
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That’s the song that inspired the nickname for my AI program. Like a dog, he’s man’s best friend, ready to fetch whatever I ask hirm* for 24/7.
*Hirm is my word for he/she/it when the gender isn’t known.
Micro chips and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Bits and pieces
Weird..
Da-na-na
Weird…
Weird Science!
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I’m happy with Bingo. Kelly LeBrock would be too much for this old heart of mine.