Wow. All I can say is that I was completely unaware of exactly HOW many people attend this convention in any given year. I actually stopped for fifteen minutes today and did what some lazy people would consider research on what is offered, who is scheduled to appear and how freaking big this thing has become. Just yesterday I was loitering in the school hallway trying to eavesdrop on a conversation between two mommies who have kids a year younger than mine and who also blog about said adorable children on a daily basis.
“Are you going?”
“Of course I’m going, I hope Scary Mommy is there or ooh, The Bloggess!”
“I would die if I met her!!”
It went on and on but you get the gist. I dared not breathe a word because I would probably get ALL of my kids kicked out of school and myself landed on a DC blacklist of nightmarish undesirables if anyone got a chance to read this half-baked free for all. The shit I say on here I can only yammer on about because my family and friends (minus husband) don’t believe me when I say I have a blog. That’s because they all still labor under the delusion that I am a harmless, lackadaisical do nothing that just putzes around and drives kids to practice. Plus, I never did anything before so what’s to make them think otherwise. I would hate to see the beat down I’d get if my mother EVER got ahold of this.
“Oh yeah, she’s got a blog alright. Have you read it? TRASH! Pure unadulterated nonsense and filth. You think with all the problems in the world she would write about something worthwhile and newsworthy. No, instead she spouts falsehoods about her adoring family and friends. That’s SOME blog alright, she should be ashamed of herself”.
Okay, so maybe she’s not that bad.
Now, on to BlogHer 2010 NYC. Am I allowed to go? I don’t have a real category or anything of much value to say. What about a table for underachievers who just want to go to hang out and have a drink? What is the proper protocol? If I see someone of Dooce or Bloggess status, am I allowed to say “hi” or do they hit me with a stun gun and chain me to a radiator somewhere? Has there ever been a catfight? A drunken brawl? Can guys come? Should I bring my monkey as a prop (or a conversation starter)?
I mean, there are just so many questions and so few answers.
Hey, can I come?
