(subtitle: I am remarkably un-photogenic, no one could take a good picture of me all weekend.)
Let me start off by saying I loved and adored BlogHer. I had a fabulous time. I hung out with old friends and made new friends. The writers on the internet are amazing, as evidenced by the community keynote. Anyone who thinks bloggers can't write should have been in that room Friday night. The emotion was palpable.
Some of my favorite memories include:
Flying out on Thursday with Amy and Ezra, who fell in love with my vitamin water. Has there ever been a more yummy baby?
Meeting and hugging some of my favorite rock stars from the internet: redneck mommy, motherhood uncencensored, miss grace, mrs flinger, and pretty much everyone who was there and on my blogroll. (This list is not exclusive, I met 8 hundred million people and my brain is fried!)
I had a 45 minute conversation with Jen Lancaster, who knew who I was (!) and could not have been more lovely.
I got to hang out with my favorite ladies, the DC Metro Moms.
I met some of the nicest, coolest women. I made sure to step out of my comfort zone and just walk up and introduce myself to people I did not know every day, at every session, and it was amazing.
I met Mrs. Potato-head (photo by Wife and Mommy).
A quote from me was scrolling on the big screen at the keynotes. Which was so awesome. I missed it the first time because I was in the registration line from hell. But I managed to catch it at the community keynote. I was so, so, honored. And floored.
2 words, SPARKLECORN BABY. More pictures, here.
And hanging out with the MamaPop writers and holding baby Ezra as he fell asleep in my arms during our panel.
Before you read me, read this. My friend Vicki said it so much better that I can.
It is not okay to steal. And yes, if you took 2 swag bags, or lied about being on a list, you stole. How would you feel if your child behaved in the manner YOU OR SOMEONE ELSE behaved this weekend? Pushing, shoving, lying, stealing, FOR SWAG? For something you could buy at CVS? The behavior was deplorable and despicable and disgusting and I am ashamed for you.
If your child went to a birthday party and said, where is my goodie bag? What, there is no goodie bag? I'm blogging and twittering and TELLING EVERYONE I KNOW! You would put them in time out, right? Or at the very least you would give them a stern talking too. You are not entitled to FREE STUFF. You are not. You elbowed a baby. People have bruises. I did not get one swag bag from a party. And you know what, I DIDN'T COMPLAIN ABOUT IT. I survived. I'm even still breathing. It's possible.
(This is not directed at all of the Blog Her attendees. The people this is directed at know who they are.)
Just because I blog and are very open, does not give you full access to my life. It is not okay to ask me, or anyone else, if I am "an established blogger." Or what my stats are. Or complain that I think "I'm too big to talk to you." Trust me, I don't, I'm not, I just had to pee. I don't think I'm bigger than ANYONE. Don't start every conversation with who you are sponsored by, because I don't care. I really, really don't.
Some of the things that were said to me, and to me people I know, were ASTONISHING. I'm shell shocked by what came out of people's mouth. No, you cannot ask someone to introduce you to A DIFFERENT BLOGGER they do not know. No, it is not all-right to insult people TO THEIR FACE. And if you have been friends with someone for a year, it is not okay to suddenly ignore them because they are not as cool as the other people you know at Blog Her. That is just mean.
Okay, my little ranty tirade is over. I did honestly have a fantastic time. I just think that the next time, some manners might be nice. And also, some water. I have no idea why they could not serve water. And not flavored water, just plain, water.
Oh, and go say two words to Sarah. Money Lawyer. Ask her to tell you why.
I will end on a positive story, because I think it is important to to say that I truly did enjoy myself. Friday night before Sparklecorn, all the MamaPop writers met for a drink. And these where the people I have been writing with and conversing with and joking with and sharing stories with for years. And as I hugged each of them, it was like hugging family.
That's what the internet should be. We don't have to all get a long. We don't even have to all like each other. But we can all be nice.
***This is my opinion. I am sure there will be intelligent thoughtful discourse in the comments. But please be respectful.