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Odd Request

A girl may have her share of issues and then some when she's trying to keep her head above the water being a single-mom, a cubicle and domestic drone even as she tries (mostly in vain) to look sort of well put together but erectile dysfunction is not one of them.

Since I started blogging, I have been contacted every once in a while with requests for plugs for stuff on my website. However, this is the very first time I've been asked to kick the tires of a contraption for an anatomical part I don't possess along with the most generous offer to keep the "product" after having "reviewed" it. In this context, I wonder if there is any other option. The link below may be NSFW.


My name is Pietro Joaquin and I'm the webmaster of http://peloop.com/

I wanted to know if by any chance you would be interested in doing an unbiased review of one of our products.

If you agree, we will send you a product sample so that you can try it and then write a review about it. Please note you won't have to return the product sample after publishing the review.

Please let me know if you are interested.

(He signs off with full name and email address)

This is a note to Mr Joaquin and his ilk who are trying so desperately hard to jump on the bandwagon of using blogs and other social media to create buzz around their goods and services. A couple rules for the road would go a long way in getting the word out :

1. Spend a few minutes browsing the site where you are wanting to plant the plug. It seems to me that Mr Joaquin's product and my blog (for instance) don't jive that great. But that's just my opinion.

2. Find out whether the blogger is "physically" able to check out what you have to offer. This post would have not existed at all if Mr Joaquin had offered me a set of new Sephora lip colors to "try" and "keep".

and finally

3. Pause and think a little before hitting that send button to dispatch an outlandish request.

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