Category Archives: BlogHer

For each other

Never let them say women don’t dress for each other.  They do.   Sig­nif­i­cant oth­ers of either sex have noth­ing to do with it.  It’s about friend­ship, and pla­tonic crushes, and admi­ra­tion, and awe, and just a lit­tle envy.  It’s a desire to shine for peo­ple who might, just might, like us, if we do every­thing just so.

I have seen more awe­some ear­rings, sexy skirts, desire­able dresses, swoon­able shoes, hot hair­cuts, jealousy-inducing jeans, and other cos­tumes of all stripes, all dressed to impress.  It’s funny and sad and beau­ti­ful and raw and hon­est and inspir­ing, as so much else has been today.  We’re all of us admit­ting we want to be loved, and that we want oth­ers to know they are loved, writ­ing from a place of our own inse­cu­ri­ties, and want­ing to save oth­ers the same pain.

I dress up for you the same way I write for you; to keep you com­ing back, because your com­pli­ments make me feel bet­ter, but also because I want you to know– you’re worth dress­ing up for, con­fer­ence week­end and every day.

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The after­noon “keynote” speech was a com­mu­nity forum– 22 blog­gers on blog­ging, our bod­ies, rants, and more.  I am in awe at the tal­ent that’s out there, hum­bled at the hon­esty, and look­ing for­ward to shar­ing with you the blog­gers whose sto­ries we were so lucky to hear tonight.  As a pro­logue– Moosh in Indie, Les­bian Dad, and Mr. Lady– my good­ness, there’s won­der to be found in our blogosphere.

Like going on a blind date

Um, OK.  So, I’m all cool and stuff because I just won a hard trial and got big ups from a judge who hates out-of-state lawyers, right?  And, um, ‘cuz I am still doing free­lance writ­ing on the side, albeit at a slower pace than when I was under­em­ployed, right?  And, um, ‘cuz I have an awe­some hus­band who took me to an awe­some lunch at Zuni Cafe today that he thought to make reser­va­tions for, right? And ‘cuz, I have cool read­ers, right? (Please insert self-administered back pat­ting here.)  So explain to me why I just spazzed down in the lobby when I saw Bossy, and couldn’t even intro­duce myself, and then fur­ther spazzed when I ran into Leah­Peah and her hus­band, and intro­duced myself by just my first name, with­out even using my han­dle?  Um, yeah.  Because I am sure she doesn’t know a bajil­lion other Erikas, espe­cially when they’ve just got­ten in and look really tired.  So now I have to say, um, sorry I am a spaz and this is who I am, right?

Ugh.  It’s like high school all over again.  Good thing one of the ses­sions tomor­row is about Blog­ging v. Intro­ver­sion.  I could use a refresher.  I might have been my high school vale­dic­to­rian, but I was still a dork.  Still am, appar­ently.  Sigh.  Wish me ade­quate lubri­ca­tion to make friends tonight, with­out indulging in antics that get me posted as “first table dancer of the conference.”

Over the country and on the BART

I’ll be at BlogHer start­ing tomor­row, and run­ning through Tues­day.  Post­ing will be light, and although I’m plan­ning on being in rooms full of peo­ple who are as slav­ishly tied to their com­put­ers as I am, I am not sure how much email I will be doing.  I will check once a day, at least, though.  Hope you have a won­der­ful, long weekend!

Lucky

I am so look­ing for­ward to going to BlogHer in July.  And I may also go to the one here in Boston (and also, even if I don’t, I may host a few peo­ple here if they’re com­ing in from out of town).  But what with the being out of a full-time pay­check until last week and all, we weren’t sure we wouldn’t have to can­cel the hotel reser­va­tion and suck up the reg­is­tra­tion fee I already paid. (Or see if they’d let some­one else take it instead) (And yes, “we.”  The Bet­ter Half is com­ing too, and we are tack­ing a day on the end to just fart around together, because we both need a vaca­tion.) Because plane tick­ets from Boston to San Fran­cisco?  Not cheap!  But the BH men­tioned we were think­ing of going to his sis­ter, and she very very very very gen­er­ously offered to give us some of her many fre­quent flyer miles, fre­quent busi­ness trav­eler that she is.  So… our plane tick­ets cost $10.00.  Which means we can cer­tainly swing the rest of it, espe­cially now that I am work­ing again.  But it was touch and go there for a bit– either I was going to go alone, or not at all.  And now?  We get to go, I am lucky enough to get to meet some of you won­der­ful folks, and the BH and I are lucky to get a chance to spend a lit­tle time together in a new set­ting, tak­ing in the sights together.

I can’t help but sound sappy when I say that my favorite thing in the world to do is to just spend time with him, and spend­ing time together trav­el­ling and see­ing the sights is always some­thing I count myself lucky to do.  Luck­ier, that we get to do it with his sister’s help.  Thanks, dear SIL.  We’re lucky to have you.

If things go well

I needed some wandering-around time after work today, before I caught the sub­way home, and was quickly reminded why work­ing nowhere near a shoe store has been a good idea. Maybe if I think of it as a shoe museum, where I can try on the art, I’ll be less tempted to buy. Nah.

What I was tempted to buy, and might still if tomorrow’s call­back goes well:

Hot, right? I have so many suits these would go with. And so many dresses I could buy, too. Just think­ing of the coor­di­nat­ing and shop­ping pos­si­bil­i­ties stiff­ens my resolve to blow them away. As if unem­ploy­ment weren’t enough motivation.

These, how­ever, I won’t buy, no mat­ter what– but I had to try them on:

I couldn’t even stand up in them, but how often do I see some­thing like these in a size 9 1/2? (And no, I’m not 6’5″, I just have big feet.) I had to try them on. I briefly enter­tained thoughts of gold or cop­per lame boleros and black satin tank dresses (the BH has got to be cring­ing as he reads this), but I don’t have any­place to wear some­thing so out­ra­geous. Or would I? Ok… I’ll make a deal– if all goes well and I get the job, I will buy them to go for my very first karaoke dur­ing BlogHer in July if one of you will go to karaoke with me!