Seriously. That’s all I can say. I don’t think, even with all the reading about BlogHer, that I realized what a truly amazing event it would be.
Girl. Muther Fucking. Power.
And for those of you who are read that and picture a bunch of unshaven hippie chicks eating granola and hugging each other while talking men down, I’m going to repaint that picture for you. Sit down. It may sting a bit at first.
3600 woman. 4 cautious looking men. We came from all backgrounds. ALL backgrounds. I hear there was even a dominatrix amongst our midst.
Or so I was told.
Boy was THAT woman surprised when I handed her my business card.
There were bloggers who blog about green lifestyles and crafts and fashion and infertility and travel and food and politics and health issues and handicaps and handicapables religion and and sports and coupons and buisiness and technology and music and fiction and humor and, occasionally, their family.
Yes. There were even a couple mommy bloggers there.
Or so I was told.
I saw everything from Manolo Blahniks to Birkenstocks.
You could walk up to any woman and start a conversion by simply saying “So what’s your blog about?” or “Wow – I love those shoes” or the every popular “Oh My F’ing Gawd. What are they trying to prove with this air conditioning?”
Seriously. It was like the guy with his finger on the switch had seen Showgirls one too many times and was sure we needed it to be 42 degrees so our boobs would be perky. Fuck that guy.
Everyone was open to hearing what others had to say. I didn’t feel judged once.
I immediately glommed on to Elizabeth from Florish in Progress, Noa from OhNoa, and Carren from She Laughs at the Days. A gangsta, a stand up comedian, a sunday school teach and a Dominatrix walk into a bar…. seriously. It sounds like the first line of a joke. But it was no joke. Trust me. Actually, I did about pee my pants from laughing more then once. That could have been because they were so funny, or simply my momgina. You decide.
There were a ton of fancy private parties – but I was not cool enough to get into any of those. I had to stick to the regular BlogHer parties with the commoners which were actually very cool. Both the commoners and the um, parties.
I ran into a ton of people I knew and met a bunch of fabulous new friends. I went to seminars and classes and picked up so much swag I had to do some fancy allocating to get my bag under 50 pounds to check coming home. Will I go to BlogHer New York in 2012? Hell Yeah!
But I may have to take a submissive to rub my poor feet at the end of the day. Seriously. I haz some tired dogs.