Websites Are Screwed. What Should We Do About It?

Websites... The whole concept is on life support, right? Blogging’s gone down the toilet. Blogging’s been gagged and gooped by AI, which is out here writing stuff that’s too damn good, leaving us regular folks scrambling. Some of us—like me and maybe you—are still glued to our keyboards, pasting pics coz talking on video is a total nope. Let’s face why we’re still at it, and why we’re not ready to sashay over to the videoroom.

Used to be a blog was your own little spot to spill whatever was on your mind. Now AI’s snatched the gig, and we’re wondering if anyone even clocks our late-night rants anymore. Video’s everywhere, but for those of us who’d rather choke than speak on camera, writing’s still our safe zone. Gonna ramble on now—keep it laid-back, like we’re just kicking back with a beer or something.

AI’s Writing Circles Around Us

Man, AI’s rolled in and flipped everything, hasn’t it? It’s pumping out perfect posts faster than you can blink, and they’re slick as hell. We used to think we had the edge with real feelings, but AI’s faking it so well it’s got us shook. Makes you wonder why we’re even bothering with our messy drafts.

• AI’s stuff looks human, but it’s all fake. Saw this post about rainy days—great vibes, tight flow—then bam, it’s machine-made. Fooled me ‘til the “Generated by xAI” tag spilled the tea.
• We’re sweating buckets just to keep up. Took me hours to write about my busted toaster—every line a slog, tweaking it to death. AI could’ve popped that out in seconds, probably with better shade.
• Nobody cares who wrote it anymore. People just want something quick and decent—saw a bot-made rant about cold coffee blow up. My human take on a flat tire? Barely a whisper.
• Feels like we’re stuck in the past. Got this half-done piece about a foggy morning—days of work, and I’m scared to post it next to AI’s polished stuff. Can’t ditch it though; it’s mine, y’know?
• The speed’s unreal. AI cranked out an essay on weird dreams while I was still picking a title for my nap story. I’m over here with ten drafts of a paragraph about spilled tea.

Why We’re Still Typing Anyway

Even with AI kicking our butts, some of us can’t let go of writing. It’s like our quiet little hideout, especially if you’d rather die than talk on camera—like me. Writing lets us spill what’s up without sweating it out under a lens. Here’s why we’re still living for it, I reckon.

• Words keep it lowkey and real. Wrote about a crap week a while back—no need to show my face, just pure thoughts. Felt good when someone dropped a “same” in the replies.
• Photos mixed in still hit right. Stuck a pic of my muddy shoes in a post about a hike—added some lines about the mess. AI can’t feel the wet socks, so that’s my win.
• We set the pace, no rush. Spent a night messing with a story about my old radio—every detail just how I wanted it. No bot’s pushing me to hit publish.
• It’s like free therapy. Typed up a bunch of nonsense about a dull month—never shared it, but it kept me sane. Beats fumbling through a video with awkward “uhs.”
• Keeps us tied to something solid. Worked on a piece about a scratched-up table—hours of edits, a quick pic. It’s slow, it’s mine, and that’s enough.

Video’s Taking Over, and We’re Hopeless

Meanwhile, video’s everywhere, right? Everyone’s out there chatting away like it’s nothing, and we’re over here with our notebooks, useless at talking. Writing’s getting shoved aside coz it’s not fast or loud enough anymore. Sucks for us who can’t speak without sounding like a hot mess.

• Video folks are killing it. Saw someone unpack a kettle online—thousands of views in hours, all smooth and chatty. My blog about the same kettle? Maybe ten people saw it.
• Clips are quick, and we’re snails. People watch a 30-second phone review and bounce—my 800-word take on a cracked screen’s collecting dust. I’d rather eat dirt than film myself.
• Talking’s not our thing. Tried recording a ramble once—five minutes of “uh” and blank stares before I gave up. Paper doesn’t care if I stumble.
• Our photos don’t move. Put a still of my dog sleeping in a post—calm, simple, done. Filmed him once, and my voice wrecked the whole vibe.
• The hype’s something we can’t fake. Watched a vlogger rave about a new lamp—all energy and grins. My quiet post about a burnt bulb? Snooze fest.

Sticking With It Coz It’s Our Thing

So yeah, we’re the odd ones still blogging and pasting pics like it’s no big deal. AI’s winning, video’s the star, but we’re not budging—not coz we’re legends, but coz it’s what we do. There’s something in us that won’t quit, even if nobody’s reading. Let’s dig into why we’re still at it.

• Every post’s our little fight. Wrote about a soggy sandwich last week—rain-soaked bread, all me. AI can copy it, but it didn’t taste the damp.
• Photos keep it honest. Snapped a lake last summer, added some lines about the breeze—felt real, no shaky video needed. Tried filming it once, and I sounded like a fool.
• We’re slow, and that’s cool. Took days to finish a bit about my cracked mug—tweaked it ‘til it felt right, added a pic. Nobody’s rushing this vibe.
• Someone out there might see it. Posted about my dad’s old books—got one “nice” from a random person. That’s all I need, honestly.
• It’s our weird little corner. Typed up a thing about a busted chair—hours of work, a fuzzy pic. Bots can’t take that from me.

Websites Don’t Even Make Cash Anymore

Okay, so websites used to have a whole reason to exist—money, right? They were these neat little machines for ads, clicks, and maybe some sales, but that’s pretty much dried up now. Everyone’s off chasing video bucks or AI-generated side hustles, leaving websites broke and pointless. Let’s unpack why they’re not raking it in like they used to.

• Ads don’t pay like they did. Back when blogs were big, you’d slap some banners up and watch pennies roll in—now it’s chump change. Most people just skip ‘em or block ‘em anyway.
• Clicks are all about video now. Used to get decent traffic from a solid post—maybe a few bucks from folks clicking through. These days, everyone’s watching clips instead, and websites are left dusty.
• Sponsorships want faces, not pages. Brands used to throw cash at bloggers for a shoutout—now they’re all about vloggers who can talk and show off. My photo-and-text gig about a coffee maker? Zero interest.
• AI’s eating the affiliate game. Websites lived off links—buy this, click that—but AI’s churning out better product rundowns faster. My ramble about a cheap lamp’s got no chance against a bot’s shiny list.
• Nobody’s buying what we’re selling. Tried selling an ebook through a site once—made like five bucks total. Video folks hawk the same thing in a reel and clean up.

Where’s This All Going?

So yeah, websites are toast, blogging’s fading, and we’re still here tapping away. AI’s got the skills, video’s got the spotlight, and websites aren’t even worth a dime anymore, but we’re keeping our spot. Maybe it’s pointless, but it’s ours, and that’s something. Let’s wrap this up with a peek at what’s next.

• AI’s not stopping, and we’re not either. Saw a bot-made page yesterday—sleek and fast—but I still wrote about my scratched-up desk. It’s not a contest; it’s just me.
• Video’s huge, but we’ve got our niche. Watched someone review a watch online—views out the wazoo, good for them. I’ll stick to my pic of a dead battery and some words.
• We’re the ones who won’t quit. Know someone who writes about their plants—nobody cares, but they keep going. That’s us—typing coz we feel like it.
• Future’s wild, but we’re in it. Ten years from now, it’ll be all fancy tech, but someone’s still gonna write about their cat. Probably me, at this rate.
• We’ll keep this alive, quietly. Posted about a chipped plate last night—took forever, added a pic of the crack. Small win, big deal to me.

So there you go—websites are screwed, blogging’s on the ropes, and the cash is gone, but we’re still at it, hunty. AI’s laughing, video’s shining, and we’ve got our words, our pics, and a whole lotta nerve. Our dying wish? Shut it down. Shut it all down.