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At one stage, Stuff.co.nz had a stable of 33 different bloggers operating. (Image: Archi Banal)

MediaJune 18, 2022

‘Everything just got nastier’: The 2000s’ biggest bloggers say they’d never do it now

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At one stage, Stuff.co.nz had a stable of 33 different bloggers operating. (Image: Archi Banal)

They opened up their lives, took over news sites and won awards for their daily musings. But former bloggers say you couldn’t pay them enough to do it today.

At the beginning of 2009, a Christchurch librarian found herself in the hot seat. On a whim, Moata Tamaira had entered a blogging competition run by a national news site. Called Blog Idol, dozens of entrants had been whittled down to a top 10, and, after a week-long series of daily blogs, readers voted for their favourite.

With her dry musings about Outrageous Fortune, the All Blacks and supermarket layouts, Tamaira found herself an early favourite, and eventually emerged the winner. She sent in a stunned selfie taken in her living room, and told a journalist she found inspiration by “getting wound up” about things.

The prize? A steady gig writing four times a week for Stuff.co.nz. The pay? Just $25 per post.

Tamaira threw herself into her new mission, spending several hours every day writing blogs, as well as working full-time at Christchurch’s central library. “I’d just finished my Masters, my boyfriend of four years had just dumped me,” she says. “I had all of this spare time and energy.”

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Called “Blog Idle,” Tamaira turned “all of the random thoughts that would pop into my head” into near-daily online musings. “It was, perhaps, the blog about nothing,” she says. When she struggled to persuade a movie theatre to play The Princess Bride for her birthday, it became a blog. When the Christchurch earthquake struck in 2011, she wrote about the portaloos on her street. “It was mining my life and experience for content,” she says.

It worked. Tamaira quickly rose to be ranked among Stuff’s most popular bloggers, one of a stable of writers with communities of committed readers forming around them. It seems unbelievable now, but back then it was safe – and enjoyable – to dive into the comments and participate in discussion threads.

By the end of her first year, Tamaira had scored a Canon Media Award for best blog. “I felt like a rock star,” she says.

Around the same time, Jane Yee was sitting down at her desk to write about everything she’d done the previous day. “It was very much like bad diary entries,” says Yee, a former music TV host who worked for an Auckland record label during the day, and wrote the blog “The Girl’s Guide” for Stuff as a side hustle.

Yee used her blog to share personal details about her life, like her phobia of vomiting and her attempts at jogging. “I’d write about running 200 metres up the road, standing there wheezing, leaning against a lamp post outside St Lukes, and that being the truth, no hyperbole, just warts and all,” she says. “I was trying to be really relatable, the antithesis of that aspirational, Insta-bloggy life.”

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She wrote about having a rare sleep disorder in which she banged her head against her pillow, and when she got a new boyfriend, Yee told all her readers about him too. “I don’t think he loved it. He’s quite a private person,” says Yee, who went on have a family with him. She received the occasional nasty message, especially if her blog was featured on Stuff’s homepage, which would bring in readers unfamiliar with her work.

But regulars would quickly jump in to defend her. “Nasty comments were rare,” says Yee. For the most part, “it was a nice place to be”. She penned three posts a week, including regular video diaries, and often competed with Tamaira at the top of Stuff’s blogging leaderboard. For her efforts, Yee was paid $250 a week.

By the late 2000s, blogs had long become a natural extension of chat rooms and online forums as budding writers turned to LiveJournal or Blogger to share their thoughts with the world.

News sites based around blog posts, like Gizmodo and Gawker, grew in popularity overseas, and so did local ones, like KiwiBlog and Public Address. As Google and Facebook soaked up advertising dollars, major news sites struggled to adapt in a rapidly changing media landscape. So, many turned to bloggers as a way of finding cheap content and building audience interaction.

The Huffington Post was quick to adapt to this trend, and Stuff soon followed suit. “Blogging has become an integral part of the internet and gives everyone the chance to give their opinion,” declared Sinead Boucher in 2009. She owns Stuff now, but was the website’s group online editor back when Tamaira won Blog Idol. “It seems natural to look for new writers from within our community of readers,” Boucher said at the time.

Blogs became the next big thing, appearing on news website homepages around the country. NZ Herald, Stuff’s main competitor, had music scribe Scott Kara blogging about being a dad, Joanna Hunkin revealing her love life in lurid detail, and Myrddin Gwynedd commenting on celebrity gossip. Independent political blog sites proliferated elsewhere too, as The Standard and The Daily Blog grew in popularity. Whale Oil scored a major scoop when it revealed Auckland mayor Len Brown’s affair with a junior council advisor.

But no mainstream platform had more bloggers than Stuff. The site embraced them like they might be media’s savior. Perhaps, they were. “The old media model died,” says Nick Barnett, a former Stuff journalist who, in 2007, found himself in charge of Stuff’s blog section. As the 2000s became the 2010s, advertising dollars disappeared and news organisations became desperate to find a new direction.

“There was a massive shakedown in the media,” says Barnett. “All kinds of things were being tried across the site, and across the medium. None of us knew where it was going to end.”

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Barnett threw himself into his new role, casting a wide net to find as many bloggers as possible. He saw Sydney Morning Herald had 39 bloggers, so he decided to try and match that figure. Colin Espiner blogged about politics. Greer McDonald discussed her dating life. Jon Bridges built a house on the side of a hill. Simon Sweetman became the country’s most hated music critic, and Chris Philpott got fired up about TV.

Barnett had no shortage of writers wanting to give it a go. But by then he’d seen many come and go, and knew not all could be successful. “They were much more difficult to do than people thought,” says Barnett. “You’re slicing a bit of yourself off and putting it in front of people.”

At their peak, Stuff’s best bloggers would bring in more than 100,000 page views a month. That meant they were competing with and often beating out full-time journalists for the site’s biggest stories. The best bloggers, like Colin Espiner, who helmed the politics blog On the House, wrote in a way that gave readers a chance to get involved in the story. “It was news getting off its high horse. It was commentary getting down to eye-level with readers,” Barnett says.

He points to Tamaira and Yee as the best bloggers he had. “Jane was a master of choosing relatable subjects, as though she’s talking to you over a cup of coffee.”

By 2013, Barnett was in charge of a staggering number of blogs 33 that covered a wide range of topics, including sport, food, gossip, cars and the media. All the comments were moderated solely by him, and, somehow, he found time to write his own pet blog, Four Legs Good. But times were changing. Podcasts emerged as a threat, and Barnett found he was no longer getting the full support of everyone in his newsroom. Stuff Nation, a community-led journalism project, had begun, and he felt like that was a priority. “There was always something new to do,” says Barnett. “Blogs had been around in the [same] format. Interest just moved on.”

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Making things worse was internet commentary beginning to morph into the toxic dumpster fire it’s become today. It became riskier for anyone to stick their neck out. Philpott, who was an opinionated fixture in Stuff’s comments before being asked to helm the TV blog On the Box, received a death threat for describing local reality show The GC as the worst the country had produced. “I had a person tell me in no uncertain terms that I should never set foot in Tokoroa or I wouldn’t be leaving,” says Philpott. “I’ve been to Tokoroa since. It was fine.”

At the start, Barnett estimates he deleted just two percent of comments. When Stuff opened up comments on news stories, that percentage started to change. The negativity became too much for Yee, who gave up her blog once she became a mother. “I found it really hard to send in three submissions a week,” she says. “All the joy had gone out of it.”

For Tamaira, the end came in 2014, after the birth of her son. “I’d always blogged about things that happened in my life,” she says, but she found the comments too much when she discussed her parenting abilities. She started asking herself: “Why am I doing this, if every time I’m talking about my kid I’m getting this weird criticism from strangers?”

Barnett saw the writing on the wall, and was eventually restructured out of his position. By then, he says, blogs had run their course. He felt burnt out, and was ready to do something else. “It just consumed me,” he says. “I had nothing left.”

We all know what happened next. Smartphones loaded with social media apps turned anyone with a hot take into an insta-blogger. Niche groups collated around forums, chat rooms and blogs all got smashed together on social media.

Suddenly, people were spending hours every day on YouTube, Facebook and Twitter, as algorithms designed to make users stay put for as long as possible promoted increasingly extreme content. “You had smartphones coming through. More apps were available. Twitter grew from 2010 … Facebook just became gigantic,” says Barnett. “People who thought they needed a blog to express themselves had other ways to do that.”

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Compared with 10 years ago, the internet, and the comments sections, aren’t as safe as they used to be. Every writer spoken to for this story says there’s no way they’d share their opinions on a major news site now. “I think discourse online has turned too toxic,” says Philpott, who chucked in blogging for his dream job as a content planner for Sky TV. “It seems like writers can’t share an idea on the internet without someone calling them names.”

Yee, now The Spinoff’s head of podcasts, shakes her head at the thought of how much of her life was out there for everyone to see. “It’s wild,” she says. “Everything’s just gotten nastier.”

Tamaira says nuance is now missing from opinion writers, and online comment sections. “It’s an environment where you’re rewarded for … being unequivocal about something,” she says. “There’s no way I’d do it now.” She still works at the library, and is a proud mother of an eight-year-old son. Sometimes, she thinks about writing again, but instead jumps on Twitter, where she posts about things that might have made a good Blog Idle post, like NZ Post’s weird new logo.

Perhaps the spirit of blogging does still exist, it’s just the medium that’s moved on. Based around emails, with communities of like-minded readers attached to them, newsletter subscription services like Substack and Patreon offer a blog 2.0 reboot. Emily Writes, a Wellington writer who went extremely viral in 2015 for a post about her newborn titled ‘I am grateful, now fuck off‘ and later became The Spinoff’s parenting editor, nearly gave up over the amount of hateful messages she received when promoting her work on Facebook. “I got horrendous messages, violent messages, sexual harassment, bad faith arguments,” she says. “Stuff like, ‘Choke on a dick, whore.'”

Since signing up to Substack three years ago, she’s been able to quit her day job and write for a dedicated audience full time. “It’s a complete dream,” she says. She can’t remember the last time she received an aggressive message, and hasn’t had a single one on Substack. “I no longer am waking up having panic attacks every morning. It goes directly to readers. I don’t have to use Facebook,” she says. “It’s changed my mental health. When I get alerts, it’s going to be someone saying, ‘Have you read this book?’ not, ‘I hope you die.'”

Barnett is enjoying small town life in Levin, working part-time at his local library and swimming pool. But, every Friday, he writes something that harks back to blogging’s good old days. Called Furry Friday, it’s the last remaining relic of Stuff’s blog section, and of Barnett’s old pet blog. He’s not putting his opinion out there, and he’s not trying to share any hot takes. Instead, at the end of every week, he collates readers’ cute pet photos and stories and compiles them into one feel-good Friday yarn.

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Last Friday, he wrote about rugged-up pets getting snuggly indoors during winter, and he has no shortage of pet owners wanting to get involved. “Everyone’s ready for it at the end of the week,” says Barnett. Sometimes, readers send in fan mail, thanking Barnett for providing levity after a tough week. “It’s positive, it’s relatable, it’s interactive,” he says. “They’re all things that made blogs good, in the days back when they were good.”

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MediaJune 16, 2022

The naked truth about Nude Tuesday

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Additional design by Tina Tiller

Nude Tuesday is almost definitely the most starkers New Zealand film ever made. Alex Casey talks to the makers about how much work goes into wearing not that many clothes.

When writer Jackie van Beek and director Armağan Ballantyne started pitching a local film project called Nude Tuesday more than five years ago, the pair quickly came to realise where people’s interest lay. “Put it this way: people were less interested in the Tuesday aspect and had way more questions about the Nude,” van Beek laughs over Zoom. 

They weren’t selling the surreal comedy, spoken entirely in gibberish, as the most naked New Zealand film ever made, but they both agree they might have accidentally taken out the title. “I imagine you’re right,” says Ballantyne. “I hadn’t even thought about it in that way – it just felt like an inevitable act for the story.” The act she is referring to is the final 15 or so minutes, where the film goes full frontal among the flora and fauna of the deep south. 

Having followed the journey of a buttoned-up, middle-aged couple as they head to a woo-woo camp in an attempt to save their stuffed relationship, it should hardly be a surprise to viewers that Nude Tuesday ends up absolutely starkers. “We thought about where we could place them that would be so confronting that it would bust them out of their malaise,” van Beek explains, “and very conservative suburban couples tend to not enjoy walking around nude.”

Although it makes sense for the story, the nudity in Nude Tuesday serves a bigger, more symbolic purpose. Both Ballantyne and van Beek share a love of European and in particular Scandinavian cinema, where nudity is far more common and far less sexualised on screen. “You often see characters in the nude or half-undressed where it’s not during a sex scene,” says van Beek. “Nudity is just much more normalised in those countries and therefore in their films.” 

In films from Australasia, however, van Beek has felt frustrated by the narrow use of nudity. “Any time I see a character in the nude, they are often having sex or thinking a sexual thought, whereas when I’m nude in my life I often just want to have a shower or lie on a beach and get an even tan, rather than bonk.” In that respect, she says Nude Tuesday did have a slight agenda to normalise nudity outside of strictly sexy scenes. 

But making a film with this much full frontal nudity isn’t quite as straightforward as simply disrobing and rolling the cameras. Tandi Wright, one of New Zealand’s leading intimacy co-ordinators, became involved in the project after the film was cast, with a star-studded list including Jemaine Clement, Karen O’Leary and Chris Parker. “The production had been super clear that they were going to be naked, so that was always part of the deal,” says Wright.

“But it’s one thing to say ‘yes I’m fine with that’ and it’s another thing to actually have to do it.”

Bruno and Laura hitch a ride. (Photo: Supplied)

Wright met with each actor individually multiple times throughout the pre-production and filming process, as well as holding group meetings for the men and women in the cast to share their concerns. “It’s quite an emotional journey to traverse, she says. “Good actors make it look easy.” What helped was the location itself – the crew and cast were staying in a campground not dissimilar to the quarters that feature in Nude Tuesday. “There was nowhere else to go except the local pub at night, so we would hang out there and it was great for those quiet chats.”

Based on those conversations, Wright communicated a set of ground rules to the entire crew, including that eye contact was to be maintained with the cast at all times and only anatomically correct language was to be used on set. “We don’t say ‘tits, cock, ass’, we say ‘breasts, penis, buttocks’,” Wright explains. “It is professional language, it’s not pejorative, it’s not infantilising, it’s clear and precise.” With clear guidelines around conduct, Wright says they were able to maintain a “safe and supportive atmosphere” throughout the production. 

Over three memorable days of filming, these ground rules were put to the test. The cast was choppered to a snow-capped, alpine location to shoot the climax of the film, wearing little other than hiking boots and knitted hats. Thankfully, Wright had met with the costume department prior and they had already rehearsed their robe distribution strategy. “We figured out where the actors would be positioned, and then we’d have to find rocks and things to hide behind, then we would run towards them across the snow with the robes whenever we weren’t shooting.”  

Jemaine Clement pre-hypothermia. (Photo: Supplied)

Unfortunately for Jemaine Clement, who plays the kaftan-swishing camp leader Bjorg, the robes were no match for the icy alpine lake that he stoically wades into during the sequence. As was Hollywood reported by the Hollywood Reporter, he was diagnosed with “mild hypothermia” after the stunt and required a brief stint in hospital. “Poor Jemaine,” sighs Wright. “He was incredible that day, but he went in really, really slowly into that lake – I was thinking, ‘god you could speed this up’ – but he was so fully in character, he was just amazing.” 

When the cast and crew made it down off the mountain, Ballantyne remembers a newfound sense of camaraderie. “We all gathered around the fire and celebrated the fact that we pulled off this really complex thing and the actors were so brave and so magnificent, and it just felt really wonderful.” There was even a spate of voluntary skinny-dipping in an icy pool. “Leading up to something like that, of course everyone had a level of trepidation,” says van Beek, “but afterwards the relief factor allowed for lots of people to just de-robe and dive in.”

Even 10 years ago, shooting a sequence like this would have been a very different story. Before the intimacy co-ordination boom, in which Aotearoa was a world leader, shooting sex scenes and nudity was a much more haphazard process. “I’m not sure that everyone would have come out of it in such a good space,” says Wright. “Intimacy co-ordination definitely opens up possibilities, because we can talk it through, figure out the storytelling involved, and the actors are much more willing to explore these scenes and make them better because they are safe.”

Tasteful nudes. (Photo: Supplied)

Despite decades in theatre and film, van Beek had never worked with an intimacy co-ordinator prior to Nude Tuesday, and says the experience is worlds apart from her early acting experiences. “When I was younger, I just didn’t really feel like it was my place to ask about things I was uncomfortable with. Now it is very much the thing to do, people are being very encouraged to be clear about their boundaries and asking what is in place to keep them safe.” 

Ballantyne hopes the care that went into the process shows on screen. “Watching these actors go through this and become more confident, there’s such a beauty to it,” she says. “I hope that we can remove that sense of shame that is so often attached to nudity and that it might instead be a celebration of the freedom you have when you are at home in your body.” Van Beek agrees. “I really hope audiences feel like it is a celebration of something, anything, really. There is something about the film in that it kind of encourages you to dare to be different.” 

One of the many enduring and spectacular shots in Nude Tuesday comes at the end of the film, when our two main characters face out towards the mountainous landscape, both absolutely butt naked. “It’s really beautiful to see on the big screen,” says Wright. “They both just look like insignificant animals in this vast landscape which, I suppose, is exactly what we all are.”

Nude Tuesday opens nationwide in cinemas today.