Posted on | August 10, 2012 | 32 Comments
I know. You’re probably just about at the end of your blog reading rope with this BlogHer re-cap nonsense. And I get it. I get it so much. But I did go, and it was interesting and fun and so freaking weird, and so I must post about it. Even though I have no idea where to start or how to finish.
This was my 3rd year attending and it was back in New York at the same place it was the first year I went. I still can’t figure out if 2010 was so flipping awesome because it was my first year or if I just happened to go the year that this conference ruled the most. All I know is I left San Diego last year confused and hopeful that 2012 back in NYC would be glorious. And it was. But not in the same way.
By the end of BlogHer this year I knew one thing (which is a lot considering all the things my brain had been accosted with over 48 hours including much vodka and people trying to throw toothpaste and vagina fans at me). For me, BlogHer no longer has anything to do with blogging. Yes, the reason I go is because I have a blog. But honestly this year confirmed for me that the only reason I seem to sign up for this thing is to see my friends. My money could be just as well spent picking a place anywhere in the country blindfolded and going there as long as these people would all go, too. The parties, the “swag” (I used quotes because you could buy any of this stuff at Target so for the love of Josh Duahmel CALM THE SHIT DOWN ABOUT IT SCARY PEOPLE), none of it matters. In fact, all it does it take time away from hanging out with the people I’ve paid to cross the country and see. Even looking at posts about BlogHer, I see photos of them doing other things and I’m thinking, wait we were in the same city and you were over there and I was over here and we weren’t taking advantage of every second?! Dumb.
Did I have fun? Oh my god, it was a blast. I held babies, I laughed until pee almost came out, I cried (dude, I cried a lot. What the?), I found myself in awe of the women I surround myself with. Someone entrusted an entire panel to me and a couple of my close friends and it was so scary but we did it. I only said “bitch” once and though I don’t remember saying it, was quoted on Twitter as saying “Just don’t poop out of your mouth” regarding blogging frequency. Obviously I’m accepting spots on other blogging panels as we speak.
I know the past two years I’ve ended my BH posts with a plea for everyone to just go. And like, I’m still pretty much saying that. But at the same time, I’m not. I think BlogHer is an amazing conference put on by women who care about other women and obviously work hard to make it happen. I also think it’s gotten too big and this year it was painfully apparent (my first year it was around 2000 attendees, this year there were 5400 in the same venue. You can imagine what I mean here). Will I go again next year? I honestly have no idea. Will I set up airline alerts for cheap flights to other various places and then beg about 30 people to come there with me throughout the next year? Absolutely. Because all I really need is them, a few hotel rooms, mugs and my add-a-cat app.
photos (besides Instagram ones) by my awesome friend Jill.