What Even Is Blogger Anymore?

I ended up on someone’s old Blogspot the other night and had this weird wave of nostalgia — like opening a junk drawer from 2009 and finding a functioning iPod Nano. The layout hadn’t changed. Same center-aligned text, same font that made everything look like a LiveJournal diary entry. Felt like digital time travel.

But what’s wild is that some people are still using Blogger. Not in a retro way. Not ironically. Just… posting. Recipes, ramblings, weeknight dinners that went sideways — like the internet didn’t move on and they’re totally okay with that.

One of the blogs I landed on was called Busy Home Cooks, and I don’t even remember how I got there. I think I was googling something about lazy rice cooker meals and fell through the algorithm cracks. It was oddly calming, though. Like someone made dinner, wrote a paragraph about it, and hit publish without optimizing anything. No pop-ups, no print buttons, no Pinterest-ready photo collages. Just vibes and a recipe.

Then, because I have zero self-control when it comes to internet rabbit holes, I ended up on this post about solo air fryer meals. I don’t even own an air fryer (yet), but I read the whole thing. It was one of those low-stakes but oddly satisfying reads. Like, “here’s what I made, here’s how it turned out, and no, I’m not sorry for using store-bought sauce.” Honestly, refreshing.

I think what hit me was how unperformative it all felt. No “journey to clean eating” or aesthetic kitchen shots. Just people cooking for themselves and sharing it because… why not? Not everything needs to be monetized or turned into content. Sometimes it’s enough to say, “Here’s what I made for dinner because I was tired and it’s Tuesday.”

And it’s not just food. I found another Blogspot — something like The Open Traveler — where the author just rambles about their day, shares blurry travel pics, and posts snack reviews like it’s still 2008. It’s kind of great. You forget how soothing the unpolished corners of the internet can be until you stumble into them again.

I used to think everything had to have a niche. Like if you’re writing about cooking, you’d better know your macros or be chasing a book deal. But now? I don’t know. I kind of want to read more blogs that don’t go anywhere. Just small thoughts. Grocery lists. A note about how the garlic was weird this week.

The longer I scrolled, the more I started noticing how quiet it felt. Not silent — just… undemanding. Nobody was trying to convert me to a new lifestyle or sell me anything. It was the opposite of content marketing. It was just content. Full stop.

And it reminded me that half the blogs I loved back in the day weren’t trying to be “valuable.” They were just people talking to the void. And somehow, that made them more valuable than most of what shows up in my feed now.

Honestly, part of me wants to make a second blog. Not as a project or a hustle. Just a place to dump thoughts without thinking about how they rank on Google. Maybe I’ll post dinner photos with bad lighting. Maybe I’ll write about a jar of olives I liked and never mention them again.

And who knows — maybe someone will find it in 2031 and wonder who this unhinged person was posting four versions of the same lentil salad.

Anyway. No real point here. Just a tiny observation: in an internet full of polished templates and AI blog spam, there’s something weirdly comforting about old-school posts written by real people with zero strategy. Like digital postcards from strangers who don’t care if anyone’s reading.

Might start my own again. No plan. No brand. Just whatever ends up on the plate.