Overwhelmed isn’t even the word right now.
It has been a busy (mostly fun) summer.
Last week we went to the beach, and while we were there, we got to see Super Why Live. (Review forthcoming.)
This picture would be an example of an attempt to herd cats.
We got home on Saturday and then went to a Shahs of Sunset party hosted by my real life Persian-American friend, who also happens to be named Reza. The Reza I know doesn’t have a Freddie Mercury ‘stache like the TV Reza, but we like him anyway. Mostly because he and his girlfriend, Cathy, know how to throw a kick ass party.
I’d like to request that every party I attend from now on have a red carpet and paparazzi stop.
On Thursday, I’m leaving for New York to attend BlogHer’12. If you aren’t a blogger, you might not know that it is the Big Daddy of the blogging conferences. They are expecting about 4500 bloggers, the keynote speakers include Martha Stewart, Katie Couric, and I hear Christy Turlington and Soledad O’Brien will be hanging around.
I got my feet wet in the blog conference world of Type-A Con in June, and I loved it. But there were about 300 bloggers there, and it was on my home turf. I don’t recall seeing any celebrities besides Spiderman.
We’re all celebrities. In our own minds, at least.
I’ll admit, I’m feeling a little trepidation.
I’m a part of a few facebook groups for people heading to BlogHer this year, and there have been some heated discussions within one in particular. Almost every day for the past week or so, there have been arguments, harsh words and asshattery.
Mostly it has been over swag and how some people are already fighting over it. There have been discussions of whether people will attend sessions or not, who is and who isn’t being invited to private parties and some holier than thou attitudes. To watch it play out has been uncomfortable.
I almost considered posting in there that I chose to have c-sections and not to nurse my sons; I use disposable diapers; I think homeschooling is weird; and that I’m pretty sure Jesus dropped F-bombs when he was provoked just to stir the pot a bit. But then I remembered that I’m (sometimes begrudgingly) an adult, and I don’t wanna fight, especially with people I don’t even know.
I’ll pop some popcorn and watch the show, though, if only to know whom I’d rather avoid when I get there.
I’m beyond excited about the opportunity to learn and network. I also know it will be a lot of fun, because I’m heading up with Heather and Kelly, and it is impossible not to have fun with them. We don’t even have to try.
In that spirit, I give you my new favorite song.
See you on the flip side. I’ll be stressing over what to wear and packing until then.
17 Comments on "BlogHer’12 preparation and trepidation"
I’ve caught wind of a bit of hullabaloo going on regarding this conference. Crazy! Your post made me laugh out loud :). I hope you have a wonderful time and please report back if you think it was worth it when you return! If anything, it’s sweet to have a stint in NYC!
Thanks, Jessie! I’m sure it will be great, but I will be watching my back for when the Swag Whores try to steal my stuff.
Can’t wait to hear about the conference! I want some dirt on some big name bloggers :)
Have fun!
Thanks, Christin. If I don’t get any dirt, I will be sure to make some up in the name of good blogging.
See you soon!
Didn’t you think Type A Spider Man smelled like Boone’s Farm and Kool menthols?
I probably didn’t notice it because that’s what I smelled like, too. JK. Sort of. What I did notice was that he may have had an erection and was wearing a watch.
Tee hee! You amuse me!
Back at cha, Miss Not a Super Mom.
how do you get invited to blog her?
Barb, it isn’t an invitation system. Anyone can sign up by visiting their website and purchasing a ticket.
Dude – don’t forget me. Did we exchange #s yet? I must be sure I find you. Or else. ;)
And damn you. As if I wasn’t already addicted enough to that teenybopper. Now she has another song? Sigh. I’ll have to watch later as the husband is watching something were Freedom is playing (George Michael-anyone?) and it’s on Comedy Central. Uh, yeah. Something weird and I cannot hear my girl Carly … or is it Carly Rae … we’ve yet to clarify! ;)
I know. Carly/Carly Rae is one of my favorite people. Don’t tell anyone. Messaging you my number.
I like your style! And, I completely agree with sitting back and watching the asshattery (or my fave word, fucknuttery) so we know who to avoid.
Ha! Thanks, Kristin! Looking forward to seeing you!
Good luck and have fun! I agree about getting some dirt on the big bloggers! :)
Ha! Thanks, Dre.
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