The she-blogging shindig.
So! Are you going to BlogHer? I’m going to BlogHer! If you’re there, will you say hi to me? I promise to say hi back. Maybe I’ll even say other things, too!
Not only am I going to BlogHer—I’m also speaking. Like, officially. On a panel! With this one! And this one! And this one will moderate! To distract everyone from the inanity of whatever it is I’ll be spouting, I shall wear nothing but pasties and lederhosen. And oven mitts. On my feet.
I’m a little afraid of this year’s conference. There are so very many people going that I want to meet--way more then there were last year, when there were already way more people to meet than there were minutes in the conference, and I spent the whole time weeping and laughing and weeping and laughing at the same time while drinking beer. This time I may go into complete overload and simply throw myself to the ground and thrash about, shrieking. If this happens, I beg you--take no pictures of the me-spectacle. Much as I may horrify and delight.










July 6, 2006
Reader Comments (75)
I'll bring my own oven mitts and will attempt to disabuse you of any inclination to wear pasties, unless hooked onto the oven mitt loop or hung over the ears.
Flickr is going to explode.
Like Jem, I didn't get skinny. In fact, I packed some poundage especially FOR blogher!
I need to go to monster dot com and search for jobs in think tanks. I could do that all day... just spew out dumb ideas.
Adopt me, somebody. I'm needy.
Anyway. As surreal as a women's blogging conference can sound to me, I am going. I wish we all had yearbooks to sign.
C'mon SheBlog! Weeeeeeeeeee!
But how cool would it be to give birth among a huge group of female bloggers? Mrs. Kennedy could help me with my breathing and relaxation, Dooce could tell the nurses and doctors to "fucking do something about my pain," Sweetney would be in charge of the mood music, Melissa would be in charge of sobbing at the beauty of it all, and Alice... hmmm? What would you do? Hold my hand?
Come to think of it, maybe I will venture there for labor and delivery.
Looking forward to meeting you!
K.