Yesterday, a curious thing happened. I checked my site stats and saw that one of my old posts had just gotten seventeen hits. It was a post I had written back in February, and it wasn’t a particularly good post. Adequate, but not one of my best. Why would so many people choose to read a post from several months ago when yesterday’s post (Role Reversal) was so much better. In fact, it is one of my favorites.
The mystery deepened. I clicked on “Manage Comments” and received a comment from a blogger (The Simple Life of a Country Man’s Wife) who said she’d seen that old post on Freshly Pressed. In fact, it was through Freshly Pressed that she found my blog. She wrote her comment and went back to Freshly Pressed, and WHOOSH! I was gone. Seriously!
Now, if you’ve been Freshly Pressed, congratulations! I, on the other hand, have never been Freshly Pressed. I have longed for that moment, begged for that moment, drooled for that moment, and when it finally came, WordPress chose a crummy old post about a grandmother potty mouth when there were so many good ones they could have picked from, like Second Sight, or Love, Young and Old, or Why Don’t You Act Your Age? to name just a few. To add insult to injury, I never even got to see it before it disappeared.
WordPress, you owe me an apology! Do not toy with someone who is suffering from a declining amygdala (see yesterday’s post)! Common decency would dictate that you feature this post on Freshly Pressed and let it stay as long as the other recipients of that honor. What’s fair is fair.