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		<title>Why I&#8217;m Google&#8217;s Bitch</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 00:13:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erika Napoletano</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[SEO]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[SEO Copywriting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Google]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Google Spanking]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here's the truth folks: Google beats me and I like it. I also occasionally take some fair swatting  from Yahoo! and MSN, less often from Alta Vista (but their spankings feel super niiiiiiice). Frankly, now that I think of it, I make a living out of spending my 8-to-5 bent over on some desk or another. And it's all for my clients' benefit.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_304" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 210px"><a href="http://www.redheadwriting.com/?attachment_id=304"><img class="size-medium wp-image-304" title="istock_000006897818xsmall" src="http://redheadwriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/istock_000006897818xsmall2-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Yes, Google! May I have another!?</p></div>
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Here&#8217;s the truth folks: Google beats me and I like it. I also occasionally take some fair swatting  from Yahoo! and MSN, less often from Alta Vista (but their spankings feel <em>super niiiiiiice</em>). Frankly, now that I think of it, I make a living out of spending my 8-to-5 bent over on some desk or another. And it&#8217;s all for my clients&#8217; benefit.</p>
<p>Much akin to being in an abusive relationship, I&#8217;ve engaged with the hot quarterback from high school in a small rural town. His dad owns a farm, his cousins are known for their cow-tipping antics. Did I mention his dad owns a farm? Well, it&#8217;s not just a farm. It&#8217;s the biggest farm in the county. He also owns the land where the co-op grain silo stands. And the trucking company that hauls the grain from each of the farms to the silo each harvest. I think dad also owns the police department. Huh. Quite frankly, his dad owns everything. (I&#8217;m not even going to mention how creepy it is that Hot Quarterback calls him &#8220;Daddy.&#8221;)</p>
<p>So, I decided to make a life with Mr. Hot Quarterback and become Mrs. Hot Quarterback. I love him, see. He makes me swoon whenever he plants one of those burly kisses on my cheek and smacks me playfully on the ass while I&#8217;m cookin&#8217; up somethin&#8217; in the kitchen. I went to work for his daddy&#8217;s (ugh) company as a little computer gal so I could help out the family-n-all.</p>
<p><em>(read: Erika opted for a career as an SEO copywriter because she loves the challenge and constant problem solving involved with her day-to-day routine.)</em></p>
<p>Google smacks me on the ass <strong>a lot</strong>.</p>
<p>If you&#8217;re an SEO professional out there, it&#8217;s pretty likely that you&#8217;re getting smacked just as frequently as I am. Only difference is that I might look better bent over a desk than you do.</p>
<p>For the sake of my clients, I&#8217;m constantly embroiled in the ongoing discussion of the &#8220;Google algorithms&#8221; and how search engines determine your page ranking. Why does some piece of shit website with an ungodly amount of content beyond distillation rank a bloody 6 and an easy-to-navigate, user-friendly, well-traveled site earn a paltry 3? For fuck sake, Google. Help me out.</p>
<p><strong>You told me to build backlinks.</strong> I complied.</p>
<p><strong>You told me content was king.</strong> I wrote.</p>
<p><strong>You told me you like keyword-rich anchor text.</strong> I stapled that shit down with some <em>bomber</em> keywords.</p>
<p><strong>You told me blogs were good.</strong> I am a serious blogging mo-fo.</p>
<p>Like the wife of Mr. Hot Quarterback who&#8217;s daddy owns everything in town, I feel some days that I get smacked too much.  Google told me what my chores were &#8211; and I did them! Google keeps me on a short leash, issuing the almighty smack-down for black-hat practices and serious search engine nastiness. For the love of all that&#8217;s clickable, there are only so many blessed directories that you can list a site on.</p>
<p>But you keep changing the game, Google.</p>
<p><strong>Your algorithms are like Mr. Hot Quarterback&#8217;s daddy &#8211; you own everything in town so I can&#8217;t go to the </strong><em><strong>po</strong><strong>-lice</strong></em><strong>.</strong></p>
<p><strong>If I cross the county line into Yahoo!ville or </strong><strong>MSNville</strong><strong>, I&#8217;m going to get less traffic than your behemoth community can send me.<br />
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<p>So I spend my days explaining to my friends at the beauty parlor why we had that argument at the Cracker Barrel on Sunday. *sigh*</p>
<p>But y&#8217;know? I love him. That hot quarterback of mine who&#8217;s put on 50 lbs. since we got married (he says it&#8217;s muscle)&#8230;he&#8217;s the love of my life. He&#8217;s introduced me to everyone wonderful in this little/big town we live in and I meet someone new every day. When he smacks me on the ass in the kitchen, I can&#8217;t help it but to giggle and blush a little bit.</p>
<p>Google &#8211; you can smack me anytime. I&#8217;m completely <em>your bitch</em>. All I ask is that, if I play by the rules and I play well, allow me a victory every now and then. And admittedly &#8211; you have. But as an SEO professional, I can&#8217;t really take my clients anywhere else (and you know that). I want them to be safe in your hands. So instead of giving me a smack-down when you change your algorithms, why don&#8217;t you put on that unassuming little polo rig like the guy in the picture above? I&#8217;ll put on some fishnets. Some pearls. We&#8217;ll have a party &#8211;  big, wicked search engine party and I&#8217;ll get excited when you double-click my mouse. Go ahead &#8211; put &#8220;naughty&#8221; in the search box. We&#8217;ll see what pops up in the results.</p>
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