Everyone knows that some topics are just more appealing than others. If you write about the best way to peel a rutabaga, you shouldn’t be too surprised at the lack of hits. Juicy, sexy topics will almost certainly be more popular. Many readers, just like actual people, are bottom-feeding gutter dwellers. They savor scandal and yearn to laugh at the idiocy of others.
So penning a post on the “Real Housewives of Tulsa” or a similar bit of pop-culture fluff will almost guarantee hits. Even so, you’ll inevitably get comments from people who don’t watch “those shows”. Given half a chance, they’ll point out that while you’re watching inept goldminers sift through dirt and try to fix broken front-end loaders, they’re sitting on their intellectual buttocks watching BBC America for the higher-browed, better versions of The Office, Kitchen Nightmares and Who Wants to be a Bloody Millionaire, Eh Guv-nah?
The long-standing advice to writers has always been to “write what you know”. This advice is quite logical, as writing about what you don’t know is damn near impossible. If you doubt me, refer to my post titled, “How the Minds of Women Work” .
The trouble is that what most of us “know” is pretty boring and not even of interest to ourselves, let alone others. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve started writing a post on “wheelchair seating assessments for the non-ambulatory pediatric population” only to realize that there’s just not enough sex and violence to keep most readers on the hook. Similarly, my post “Forty Shades of Brown” on the best approaches to raking leaves in a yard littered with Labradoodle dookie, while filled with useful information, fell flat on the hits. I’m almost certain that recounting a less successful outing in the yard, complete with slips, falls and cursing would have been better received.
The best strategy then, is this; if you have to write what you know, be sure to jazz it up with some dirty humor and fabricated violence whenever possible. I’ll show you what I mean. Here’s a brief paragraph I wrote up for an example;
Peeling a rutabaga doesn’t have to be difficult. Using a sharp knife and cutting board, I start at the end where one of the flat spots is. I chop a fairly thick slab off – maybe a 1/4 inch – parallel to the flat spot. This gives me a nice stable root vegetable to work with – you don’t want that thing rolling around when you’re handling sharp knives! Next, I systematically slice the waxy skin from the equator down towards the cutting board. Don’t worry if you cut the skin off on the thick side, rutabagas are pretty big – you should still have plenty! In my next post, I’ll describe the best way to chop, cook and prepare the rutabagas for your table!
There wasn’t much wrong with that paragraph. It gave a fairly decent idea of how to peel a rutabaga. My special hints on how to make the homely rutabaga a star on your Thanksgiving table will remain top secret. I’m trying to instruct you rubes on how to write successful blogs, if you think I’m going to divulge decades of culinary knowledge in the process, then you’ve got another thing coming. Wait..Don’t pout! You know it pulls at my heart strings to see you that way. Alright… I’ll give you a cooking hint, but then it’s back to writing winning blogs. Here it is: If you put enough butter on it, even a turd becomes appetizing. Happy now? Good! Now let’s dab those tears away and get back to writing. I’m going to take that same paragraph, but punch it up and really give it some zip.
You want to know how to peel a rutabaga? Cut all the waxy crap off the outside of it and try not to lose any fingers. If you’re a woman – and you should be, because this is woman’s work, after all – I suggest wearing a lacy apron and a pair of pumps while you do it. It’d be nice if you did something with your hair too, but it’s not mandatory. When you’re about half way done, put down the knife and go see if your man needs his martini refreshed. When you ask him, try to smile and use a soothing tone – he’s probably had a tough day already. If he slaps you on the fanny as you turn to return to the kitchen, be a good sport and give him a little squeal.
Did you notice the difference? It was subtle – go back and read the two paragraphs again if you need to, I’ll wait.

Careful readers might think that the second paragraph was a tad sexist. I wouldn’t be surprised if the more sensitive among you were even insulted by it. The important thing is the end result; the next time I post something, no matter how inane the subject matter, readers will hopefully click on it as they mutter the words “I wonder what that idiot will say this time“.
To summarize, it doesn’t matter what your topic is, as long as you write with some style and a voice, even if the voice is that of a moron. Here are some more helpful rules of thumb:
- If the post is “clean” enough to send to your 12 year old niece, you need to go back and sex it up. You also need to drop your niece off your email list. I’m sure she has more than enough homework and only reads your blog because your sister-in-law makes her.
- If there aren’t enough scatalogical references to keep the attention of your average 6th grade boy, then put some in there. Refer to my “buttering a turd” reference above – that one’s a gem!
- If no one gets slapped, pinched or threatened, you need to find a way to work that kind of stuff into your post – I’m telling you, violence is blog gold!
- Finally – Give your blog a test-read, aloud, before you consider publishing it. If it sounds like the audio-book adaptation for “Changing The Oil In Your Ford Taurus”, narrated by Ben Stein, you’ll need to consider an overhaul, or better yet, just trash it and start over.
Tune in next time, when I provide more tips for writing winning blogs!

About the author: Ironically, despite his massive following and several “likes” of most of his posts, 1pointperspective has yet to be Freshly Pressed. He’s been blogging about the goings on in his head for 10 months or so, and he doesn’t seem to heed his own advice, except for the stuff about poop references. He lives in a cardboard box just adjacent to a steam grate, just south of City Hall in Philadelphia. When not giving free blog advice, he pan-handles and screams at tourists.
I know, nursing care plans just aren’t all that appealing as blog topics. Maybe butter would improve them greatly…
Butter improves everything, even dry medical documents. Also lace and heels can help.
I wear nothing else….
You mean lace, heels AND butter, right?
Yes, nothing else.
mmmm….like sexy popcorn
OK. I’m going to be a total jerk and tell you my first impression when this post popped up on my reader. “Oh my God, what happened to his head?!?” Imagine my relief when I scrolled down to see that it was a rutabaga and that your noggin was fine. I have been laughing about it ever since. You can laugh about it, too….any minute now….come on…it was funny.
I gave some serious thought about whether it was a good idea to put the rutabaga pic in there for just that reason. At least I don’t look like a cauliflower.
I would think you were having some sort of brain surgery with cauliflower. Sometimes I’m just not in my right mind/acorn squash.
My Gawd that rutabaga is sexy! Does it also sing? If so, does it take requests?
P.S. I really should mention to my sister-in-law that I want my nieces to start reading my blog. It’s about time they start working on their reading skills anyway. I’m just not sure if my topics will be sexy enough for them though…
Think Barbie and Ken without those ill fitting G.I. Joe fatigues.
Okay, but I had a sister and no brothers… So no one is supposed to know about that! Shhhh.
The G.I. Joe fashions are slightly worse than actual fatigues, although my knowledge of actual fatigues are pretty limited.
It’s funny that so many women swoon for that stuff, given what fatigues actually look like… And right back to topics and the minds of women. We pretend we understand each other in order to further baffle men, but half the time we don’t understand each other either…
watch out with the trade secrets, sister!
You, sir, are a genius. And no matter what the critics say, time will tell on forty shades of brown. That was pure landscaping gold.
Well put Victor – despite your breeding and stature as an author, you know how to talk some shit.
You are sure to be FP’d after this! Love the advice and rutabagas. 🙂
I’ve leaned on rutabagas quite often during my blogging. It’s much more enjoyable to pronounce than it is to spell though.
I almost missed an “a” when I typed it! Hahaha!
Question on your advice on including as many turd references as possible to improve the hit counts: does that mean a post will get most hits if the post itself is one giant turd? In a literary sense, of course.
it’s always about the numbers with you! can’t you just read a blog and enjoy it without turning it into an accounting class? I kid, of course.
You are right, for me it is about the numbers 1 through 10. But I need the help of an expert if I want more hits than that 🙂 And you are obviously an expert, since thanks to you, I now know how to peel a rutabaga in a regular and in a sexist way, even if I still have no idea what rutabaga is and why I would need to peel it.
Geez! I posted a picture of one. Didn’t that help?!
It told me that it is something that looks like a turnip and for some reason it is covered in wax. But don’t worry, I just went to wikipedia and now I know more about rutabaga than I need to.
My most popular was about coffee. How on earth is that interesting.
My all-time hits leader continues to be “Life Lessons from Gilligan’s Island”. Let’s not try to understand this stuff.
My two most popular posts, in terms of those that continue to get regular visits despite being some time ago are about fudge and about my fear of holes. Based on what you said, perhaps people are expecting something else when they visit those topics on my blog!
I love your second version of the rutabaga instructions, that is in fact how I cook everything.
Your stock continues to rise…
1Point… it seems that just about all the persons who have responded so far have been women, and to boot, very attractive women. Why is that? Was it the rutabaga challenge? Personally, I never touch the stuff. Although, I can peel a banana, an apple, a pear(appearance?) and a pineapple. That’s it.
What can I say, Jim? Clearly the kitchen work in apron n heels appeals to more people than just me.
For the record, Victor Tookes, List of X, and possibly others are probably male, although still quite attractive, according to them.
In other news, Congrats on your award. I recall that model fondly, I still have drawings of her somewhere.
I’m not eating that, no matter who slices it.
Even if I smother it in butter, and prepare it wearing heeels?
Ok, for you…
good boy…now finish your root veggies, Santa knows if you give them to the dog.
The picture of the rutabaga scared me at first. I was grateful to learn it was just a vegetable and not something from a lab. I know the man in this house would LOVE your instructions, which is why he’ll never see this post.
He’ll see it….via our secret guy network
I have no doubt that exists…hahaha