The other day I gave you a silly little peek into a moment I experienced at Blogher, the women’s blogging conference. I am usually prone to pick out the most absurd of moments and share them here because I like to entertain. And I have to admit, THAT was entertaining.
But the event itself was far from silly. For me it was proof that women from all over can come together and form a community that in a matter of hours becomes as close as those from which they have traveled. If not, in some ways, closer.
Women are a funny gender. We nurture by nature. Sure there are the mean girls and the cool chicks at the cafeteria table. And from where I came from, there are those who liked to mix it up with a little girl fight at the flagpole now and then. But for the most part, women rally around.
Someone is ill? We feed their families and care for their kids. Someone has a loss? We make arrangements, and give a shoulder in the darkest of hours when everyone else has moved on. And hey, when we puke, our truest friend will hold our hair back and never judge us.
So it is no surprise that when a hotel full of women bloggers got together there was a buzz; a feeling in the air that was hard to describe. Sure it was overwhelming at times. But the strangest things were happening. Coincidences and connections. With strangers. But not really. Women met each other in person for the first time when they had known each other online for years. And all we could say was, ‘I feel like I have known you for years.’
I spent the most fascinating hour drinking wine with a group of women in a hotel room. Most of us only knew one or two people in the room. ‘Where did you sit?’, my husband asked me. ‘You know, all over. In the chairs, lying on the beds. It was very relaxed.’ Of course his mind went into full blown girl on girl pillow fights. Yeh, well that is the penis for you.
I digress. The point was, the whole purpose of this conference was to share. Ideas. Lives. Business concepts. And everything in between. To give each other the balls to keep doing whatever it is that we do. For whatever reasons we do them.
I regret that I was only able to attend one day. But this 14-hour day left me so spent that going back was simply out of the question. I had a Blogher hangover (or maybe it was the wine) But, I needed to digest.
Now that I have, I am so proud to have been a part of this. Blogging is very much a way of life for me. There is no right or wrong way to do it. Some over-share, but it works for them. Some over-sell, but it works for them as well.
And me, well there were three things that made me happiest. One, I got to check in at the same time as Mrs. Potato Head. Two, someone in an elevator saw my conference badge and told me that I had the best blog name of the day. And three, I got to hear a ballroom full of women chant the word vagina in unison. Seriously, where else could that happen?
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6 responses to “Time to Cry Tuesday – Blogher Hangover”
From now on when all the people in my real life ask what I get from BlogHer and from blogging itself—I’m going to send them here.
Connecting with you in person after knowing you online was definitely one of my highlights of BlogHer— only slightly diminished now that i realize you would have rather been with Mrs. Potato Head.
Thanks Darryle. And don’t be jealous of Mrs. PH, it’s just that i am so envious of those pink shoes and that purple bag.
Just saw how my name came over in the comment. Which proves all bloggers aren’t equal at technology, and doesn’t say much for my attendance at BlogHer two years in a row….
haha. actually if you count the San Francisco attempt to attend that would be 2.25 times.
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Wished I would have gotten to see you more but so happy we ran into each other! And really, they made Mrs. Potato Head pick up a conference badge? Where else might she have been headed- an Ore-Ida convention? Sheesh.