Blogher'10 - Good Times, Indeed

So I had like this whole post about how awesome Blogher '10 was and then Blogger decided to act like total a douche on me and I don't have it in me to rewrite it.  Here are some bullet points and let me just say, it was totally worth the trip!

-My roomie was awesome and summed up Blogher best in this post.

-I met women who have inspired me throughout this blogging and motherhood journey and I stand amazed.  Katherine, I'm talking to you. Thanks for all the kind words, even when you made me cry at one point. They were happy tears.  I'm honored to know you and work with you thus far.  Susan telling me I am an inspiration as I hauled ass around the conference was jaw-dropping to say the least. 

-Spending the day on Ellis Island was fantastic!  Liberty Mutual could not have treated us better. Check out their Responsibility Project.  If you are ever in the NYC, look up this tour guide and you won't regret it. 

-Sparklecorn.  I love you.  For the second year in a row that party was one of my favorite parts of Blogher.  Where else can a group of grown ass women still dance their butts off in glittery attire? It was like a high school dance without the nonsense.  Loved it.  Can't wait to do it again sans baby bump next year.  All the better to shake my groove thang.  Want to know what the heck Sparklecorn is (besides a totally made up name about sparkles and unicorns and awesomeness?) then watch this video.  Or get with the extended cut.  "Oh, indeed." by Omar Little is quite right.

-Blogher you have not jumped the shark.  This year it was all about what you made of it.  I went into the conference looking for nothing but good times with friends, making new ones and learning more about this world I work in.  I did that and more.  To all those who constantly complimented me and made me feel fantastic despite being 38 weeks pregnant.  YOU ROCK!

Blogher'11 in San Diego here we come!

Has Blogher10 Jumped the Shark?

A good portion of the blogosphere is all aTwitter (literally) about the upcoming Blogher 10 (#blogher10)Conference happening in New York City this week.  I'll be there with swollen cankles and full-on maternity couture.  Is H&M and Old Navy maternity considered couture?   No high heels for me at this point.  If you are taking bets on me giving birth (#BirthHer10) while there you can just put your money away now.  My OB is convinced I'll be right on time for a late August delivery.  I'm not buying the Hilton a new mattress.

I'm excited about Blogher like I am every year.  The friends, networking, seminars, parties and chance to dress up a bit and have some fun in a way only we bloggers can, but I'm beginning to wonder about it all.  It's just so hyped now.  It's so huge it should be called BigHer. Not that there is anything wrong with that.  Has Blogher as a conference 'jumped the shark'?  It is truly great that the blogosphere has expanded this much in a few short years.  We can all come together with our different ideas and thoughts and discuss them in one space.  I love that about Blogher.  I love that sponsors want to be included too but I hate the hype that now surrounds everything to do with this event.  From what will you wear and pack to what parties you attend it is beyond the basic concept now and I fear it is all about the sponsors to so many.  Yes, we all like swag. I get many reviews from that stuff but I sort of hate how a coupon for a free can of soda creates mass hysteria.  It's chemicals in a can people not gold. 

Maybe it won't be like that this year. Maybe we all learned from last years debacle of frenzied, elbowing of babies and adults alike to realize that a free jar of teensy tiny playdoh isn't worth it.  Free vibrators aren't even worth that and I seem to come home with a new one each year.  Here's to hoping we can look beyond all that and get back to the real reason we are there.  Drinking with other bloggers. Heh.  No, really it's all about learning about our craft as bloggers and writers. It's about running whatever business we have created and not losing our freakin' minds.