I'm bad. Very bad. Perhaps a disgrace.
I find Wendy boring. The Yarn Harlot is sometimes entertaining when she's not on book tour. And even "Saint Brenda" loses my attention from time to time.
I guess my real issue is that I care more about knowing the people who are knitting the socks and the shawls and the impossibly complicated colorwork sweater, than I care about the actual items themselves. I like having a window into someone else's life - someone that I might be friends with in real life, or maybe just know about.
That's why I love to read Crazy Aunt Purl and XRK.
Am I unusual? Or do you too find yourself drawn to the kid in the corner and find the popular folks uninteresting, your area of interest being what it may?