I'm Not Every Woman
It seems I couldn't visit very many blogs the past few weeks without reading all about the upcoming (but now past tense) BlogHer festivities. Blog who? BlogHer. Blog her? I hardly know her! Ahh, I kill me.
Just their slogan alone taunts me: BlogHer- Where The Women Bloggers Are
Apparently I am no longer a woman, nor a blogger. Discuss.
But seriously, I have a confession to make.
I am jealous of all the BlogHer attendees.
Many of them seemed to have oodles of fun preparing for the festivities and blogging about the chance to meet some of their favorite bloggers, as well as the potential to meet bloggers they had never "met" before, online or otherwise. In 24 hours you could potentially get more mingling done than any search engine or blogroll could give you.
Take that Blog Explosion.
Reading about the event took me back a bit to the prom days of high school. I remember the girls were all abuzz about who was going with who and who was wearing what. But I never went to my junior prom, my senior prom or anyone else's proms for that matter. I do remember being invited to one though, but it was the desperate measures of the alcoholic boyfriend of a friend who wanted to be dating somebody else so really, that didn't count.
But back to BlogHer.
One thing that I really dig about the BlogHer movement, for lack of a better term, is how much it took off. I also really think it's cool that a lot of the BlogHer blogs have been blogging for good causes. I think I need to get into that more. I see people blogging for charities and whatnot and that seems worthwhile. I also feel bad because so many of my blogging friends have posts that ask their readers to sponsor them. But as a reader of many blogs, how do you choose who to sponsor? I know Screech from Saved By The Bell would graciously take my dime, but something tells me I can dream for bigger things.
I also like that BlogHer, while clearly about sistas doing it for themselves, is not a man bashing event. In fact, many men were also planning on attending.
The fact of the matter is to all you BlogHer attendees, I applaud you. I don't know if I'd have the courage to fly halfway across the country to meet people I've only met online. That's what the freaky IRC kids did in college, not regular people like you and me.
But times they are a changin' and braver bloggers than I took that leap and didn't look back.
Maybe next year I'll be lucky enough to find a Thelma to my Louise, a Skipper to my Barbie or even a Captain to my Tenille and take this act on the road.
Until then, I'll be known as the wallflower blog, proudly practicing my dance moves to the African Cultural Hour in my kitchen.
Just their slogan alone taunts me: BlogHer- Where The Women Bloggers Are
Apparently I am no longer a woman, nor a blogger. Discuss.
But seriously, I have a confession to make.
I am jealous of all the BlogHer attendees.
Many of them seemed to have oodles of fun preparing for the festivities and blogging about the chance to meet some of their favorite bloggers, as well as the potential to meet bloggers they had never "met" before, online or otherwise. In 24 hours you could potentially get more mingling done than any search engine or blogroll could give you.
Take that Blog Explosion.
Reading about the event took me back a bit to the prom days of high school. I remember the girls were all abuzz about who was going with who and who was wearing what. But I never went to my junior prom, my senior prom or anyone else's proms for that matter. I do remember being invited to one though, but it was the desperate measures of the alcoholic boyfriend of a friend who wanted to be dating somebody else so really, that didn't count.
But back to BlogHer.
One thing that I really dig about the BlogHer movement, for lack of a better term, is how much it took off. I also really think it's cool that a lot of the BlogHer blogs have been blogging for good causes. I think I need to get into that more. I see people blogging for charities and whatnot and that seems worthwhile. I also feel bad because so many of my blogging friends have posts that ask their readers to sponsor them. But as a reader of many blogs, how do you choose who to sponsor? I know Screech from Saved By The Bell would graciously take my dime, but something tells me I can dream for bigger things.
I also like that BlogHer, while clearly about sistas doing it for themselves, is not a man bashing event. In fact, many men were also planning on attending.
The fact of the matter is to all you BlogHer attendees, I applaud you. I don't know if I'd have the courage to fly halfway across the country to meet people I've only met online. That's what the freaky IRC kids did in college, not regular people like you and me.
But times they are a changin' and braver bloggers than I took that leap and didn't look back.
Maybe next year I'll be lucky enough to find a Thelma to my Louise, a Skipper to my Barbie or even a Captain to my Tenille and take this act on the road.
Until then, I'll be known as the wallflower blog, proudly practicing my dance moves to the African Cultural Hour in my kitchen.
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