Well, not that I remember.
Homeward now and further reflections on the power of BlogHer. Not the sessions, or the classes, but the force and passion of women in a room together chatting about the world.
But it wasn’t without it’s moments — this gathering. The conversation/debate about whether the “momosphere” is cliquey — the hurt feelings the somewhat heated discussions — did raise some crucial issues. There is clearly a hierarchy to the mommy blogosphere — a slumber-party funniness replete with talent and longevity (most of these sweeties have been blogging for around 2 years — which is like 15 in blog years) that is totally deserved, but honestly can be somewhat intimidating.
But to get caught up in that is missing the whole point. Truthfully, I like to believe there is enough room for plenty more writers ….an endless supply of room, and air, and so many important stories we all, YOU, need to share.
Attending BlogHer made me so grateful, to the women writers I read, who help me every day, grapple with the loud small people, laugh at the total oddness of the human condition. This laughter and storytelling is creating paradigmatic shift in politics, activism, self-expression… of this I’m convinced.
Even poor conference attendees like me (giggling away in the back with these two) could feel the simmering revolution.
What revolution?
Oh. And, I’m starting a Lisa Stone Fanclub (she’s one of the founders of BlogHer and is gorgeous and smart and I want to be her in my next life, rather than the beetle they have me scheduled to become, those karma rats).
